Here's an observation.....
Since I've made the move to middle Tennessee, everyone calls me sir. I never heard that in central Texas. I get it in grocery stores, at work, restaurants, etc. I ran on the greenway this morning and when I said "Good morning" to other runners, I got a "Good morning, sir" reply. This can be explained by one of many things.
- Did I age a lot when I moved from Texas?
- Are people more respectful of elders in Tennessee?
- Ft Campbell is here. Is it a military thing?
- Did I get knighted and it slipped my mind?
I guess I should be happy that I wake up every morning and get called anything at all. giggle
It's strawberry season in middle Tennessee. I have already made a trip to my favorite farm, given them $10 and picked a few pounds of strawberries. They are huge and they are everywhere so it only took me 30 minutes to pick them. I expect to go back many times this month.
Strawberries are my favorite fruit. Of the farm animals, cows are my favorite. Of all the many products that cows give us, heavy cream is my favorite. My favorite topping on strawberries is whipped cream. My favorite album cover of all time is Herb Alpert's Whipped Cream and Other Delights. See - everything is connected.
It's been 4 weeks since my "procedure" and this is my 2nd weekend of running. Every day gets easier but it still feels like I'm just starting. Is it possible that starting to run after 30 years of relative inactivity was easier than starting after 3 weeks of inactivity in my mid 50's? Maybe it's all mental. Anyway - I lumbered (if there is such a word) through 6 miles this morning. It's been warm in middle Tennessee during the merry month of May. One more excuse. giggle
