One of the greatest things about participating in a local race in a small town is that it greatly increases your chances of winning.
Que and I tie for first place in our division. Nevermind that there were about 75 participants tops, and maybe 15 participants in what Que called "the senior division"...
Dancing lady orchid plant gift from the nice neighbor ladyAnother great thing about living in a small town is knowing your neighbors by name. For the 6 years I rented a flat in the Castro neighborhood in SF, I didn't meet a single neighbor until I knew I had to move and have a garage sale.
Ok, so I'm not a hot, gay male gym rat, but it still seems strange to me that I didn't meet anyone until I had to leave.
The mayor is an accessable human being---not a celebrity in glossy magazines. (No offense R.) Last month the mayor, who is also a prof, held a potluck and cocktails at her house. That reminds me--I still need to return her spoon...
Another favorite --- Strange signage. This sign almost sounds demanding.
Organic local produce. This farmer was selling about a half dozen small baskets of seasonal vegetables. I plucked up the last of these odd baby eggplants. When I asked him about them, he said he planted them because they're beautiful.
Could I move back to the big city? Sure, I could if we had to. But as of today, I don't think I want to.
xo,
Ms. JD
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