Small Town Adventures

[beachlass]

Today was an excellent small town day. Took the dog for a walk on the beach; and was all scandalized because there were so many people on the beach. People, walking in the warm October sunshine, on the beach. Imagine the nerve. I almost got back in the car, and drove to one of the beach access points south of town. And then I counted the other people. There were eight. God I love living on the lake in the fall, when eight people (on, like a kilometre stretch) seems completely unreasonable. So I coped.

And the teenagers and I actually went into the other variety store on the south end of town (you know us small town folks, we just go to the same variety store that our parents go to, and it neer occurs to us to go to another one.) But the other one... it has samosas! And butter chicken! And a whole selection of weird ass movies. (We took Tokyo Drift, and The Specials.)

So then, back home for an evening of hanging out, watching movies with the young ones (when the boys weren't playing Naruto on XBox). Lots to be thankful for, methinks. (including all the lovely lj people I've finally worked up the nerve to actually talk to.)

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I forgot the unlovely moment, after I drove the teenage boy home, it was late enough that the bars had emptied, and two drunk idiots ran out in front of my car on the main street. Is that a Darwinian culling the gene pool kinda' thing?

Comments

[sintari.livejournal.com]

Aside from the near death experience, it sounds like you had a lovely weekend, lass-who-actually-lives-on-a-beach.

I just returned home from lovely and mountainous Tennessee and am contemplating jumping in my car and driving back before I have to go to work tomorrow. ^_^

[beachlass.livejournal.com]

Come to think of it, I've had some crappy driving experiences lately. Last week, coming home from the city, I came over a rise, and there was a line of oncoming traffic, and some fucking idiot trying to pass without enough room. I hit the brakes, to give him (insert gender stereotype here) more space/time to get back into his own damn lane; kept an eye on my mirrors, 'cause I had a pickup with a trailer right behind me... and to my utter fucking astonishment, the asshole who was driving in my lane kept going, and pulled onto my gravel shoulder, so that I (and the pickup behind me) were passed by traffic on either side. It was completely surreal... I almost pulled over in the next town to flag the guy behind me and ask whether I had hallucinated the whole thing, (or if there was something else I should have done... but options, they were limited.)

[beachlass.livejournal.com]

eshala... I deleted a comment of yours I didn't mean to... sorry.

ps... have you checked your friends' list lately, there's a certain sheepfarming girl signed in

[eshala.livejournal.com]

and so....
Did you know that it is a little scary to get an massage about your resurrection powers, with the GOD messages flashing next to it...

And anyway, isn't it the wrong time of year for your people to talk about resurrection???

[kilerkki.livejournal.com]

...I really, really miss samosas. And chicken makhani. ;_; I worked one summer at an Indian restaurant at home, and there's a little Indian deli/grocery store not three miles from my house. Out here (at university) there's...not much at all. So good for you and your variety store!