I went to sleep last night thinking of this hike, so as soon as my eyes opened this morning, I was out of bed in a flash, dressed, and on my way 😊
I had read last night, before I went to bed, that the rain would stop for the day (pick up again Sunday), but it would be cloudy: I can do cloudy … I just have to get out of the house. I don’t like being cooped up and hemmed in – I have to have wide open spaces and freedom of movement. I need to be outdoors, enjoying nature.
These mallard ducks set up next building in this same spot every year; they start pairing up in October, and keep close company through the Winter: the male ducks help the hens ‘nest sit’ once the hen lays her eggs: the eggs usually hatch anywhere between March and May.
I was feeling good, and walking loose at my normal pace – turbo speed; I had slipped out of granny mode, and was confident I could do the entire hike.
So, I did 😊
I only slowed down once …
Entering the danger zone, I noticed dangerous golfers everywhere; every single one of them was just aimlessly wandering around and chopping at the ball – sending the balls wildly careening off into space with no actual goal in sight.
I figured if I passed through the danger zone without getting beaned with an errant ball, it would be a true miracle …
I made it through the mine field, and crossed the 38th street without mishap.
I hadn’t been this far along the trail since October 6th … things happen in 14 weeks’ time.
No one I talked to along the trail seemed to know what is going on with the dike work.
At this point, I was dreaming of ripping my bra off as soon as I got home (the straps were seriously cutting into my shoulders – Dolly Parton boobs are no fun!), putting my feet up, and relaxing.
When I got home, I shucked my hiking boot & coat … finished my Vanilla Coke … and checked my FB messages.
My touchdown at home base was brief when I saw that Kerby’s was selling sturgeon and chips; and thought to myself, “that sounds good!” I had planned to eat a tuna-salad-sandwich and a handful of Pringles chips … but the sturgeon was luring me: I can have tuna and chips any day of the week, but sturgeon is treat 😉 So, I consulted the checkbook and saw I could swing it, so I hopped back in the car and went after it.
WOW! I had not expected to see a Food Court Arrangement – Lexington is becoming more urban, and looking more citified than Longview; when we lived here 3 years ago, it was a sleepy rural community … things have changed.
Life was moving pretty fast while I was laid up with sciatica most of November and all of December.
I am glad to be out and about now: Elohim granted me my “Christmas miracle” 😉
When I was ordering my sturgeon and chips, I saw an advert for Oysters and Chips, too: so, I got one of those too – and decided to freeze the sturgeon for later on.
It was a toss-up between the 2 for Supper, and the oysters won 😉
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