- Time: 11am
- Place: Home (NoVA)
- Weather: Temperature: 81º, Humidity: 39%. Super sunny. No Breeze.
If I’m to make an omelet for Sunday dinner, I’m gonna need eggs. (Yes, I know today is Saturday but tomorrow the weather will be disgusting, so they say.) Therefore, I need to hike to the little market (only a mile round trip, but I’m old, I’m gimpy).
Do I have everything I need for this excursion? Hat – ✔︎ Glasses – ✔︎ Wallet, keys, phone – ✔︎ Tote bag – ✔︎ Off we go…
The biggest obstacle to hiking to the store, or anywhere around here, for that matter, is exactly that hiking – we got hills! And they all go up!
On the way to the store, first hill
Here’s the fun part –
At the foot of this hill, coming towards me is an older gentleman, with a hat almost like mine, and a cane. He steps to the side to let me pass. The following conversation ensues:
Me: slight laugh Oh thank you but I’m not going much faster than you are!
As I pass by I hear, from behind me, in a slight Southern drawl –
Gentleman: Are you from New York City?
Me: laughing Yes, yes I am!
Gentleman: Brooklyn or Queens?
Me: Wow – you’re good. Born in the Bronx but mostly lived in Queens.
Gentleman: My folks were from Woodhaven…
Me: I grew up in Queens Village, near Cambria Heights/St. Albans…
Gentleman: nods knowingly You have something to brag about.
We both laugh and turn to go our opposite ways, I call out “Go safely now”.
Hiked the hill, bought eggs and grapes, headed home. The ‘going home hill’ –
So how was your Saturday morning?