Guess its looking like a once a week kind of blog, if that. People keep saying I’m on vacation and I guess in some sense I am. Meaning that I’m often taking off both Saturday and Sunday afternoons, and living in a different location. With stairs and a porch. So, you know, its pretty wild.
The bears just will NOT let up. First I see a mama and four cubs on the Bent Creek trails. Like an idiot I tried to get a picture, and what I saw through the lens was the mama, looking at me dead on even through my telescopic lens. Then two days later I saw another bear on the Reed Creek Greenway, five minutes from my house. I just rolled right up on him, oblivious to all the bears and who knows what else is lurking on all these North Carolina trails. Black panthers? Spitting cobras? Piranha? I saw an article saying that the bears are more out in force because of coronavirus, which has disrupted their feeding. I’m pretty sure I don’t get that. Did they not wear masks or what? Did all the flying squirrels or whatever they eat all die of Covid? This last guy looked me over like someone judging someone else in a parking lot of took up part of the adjacent space, then ducked into the underbrush next to the creek. So I have that to look forward to every day now. As I said elsewhere, it beats worrying about rattlesnakes.
I found a new (well, new to me) breakfast and lunch place. All Day Darling is right on Montford Avenue, where I sometimes run, tucked in next to the great houses. The food’s good, but mainly I like the name. So I”ve added it to the rotash.
They kept telling us school we needed to learn math and naturally no one believed that. Except the geeks of course. But now I wish I had because my work life is on Central time while my actual real time is Eastern time. And that one hour conversion has been screwing me up ever since I hit town. Is there an app for that? Like, a clock, I suppose.
Really been ripping it up on the party scene here. It really didn’t take long. Of course, by that I mean I’ve been watching a lot of That Girl reruns. Today’s episode, like many of them, is terrible. Laugh track. Lame jokes. Mundane stories. “Ann has trouble getting a part but ultimately wins it based on spunk!” But That Girl was pretty revolutionary at the time. She’s super cute and Donald is a noodge. But in 1966 a young single woman didn’t live alone, especially if she didn’t have a permanent job (like a teacher, or a librarian, or a bank teller, or a nurse). Women couldn’t even get credit or own property in their own name. So Ann Marie’s circumstances and choices were more than the actual stories. I do kind of like the running gag about is her name “Ann Marie”? Or is her first name “Ann” and her last name “Marie”?
Capping off my exciting week, I bought some new trail shoes. The last ones were pretty much tearing up and now that I’m gonna spend most weekends hiking, and dodging bears, so I need a great pair of shoes to get away.
Next-I go to the Asheville Tourists game and more hiking!
Summer In the Mountains 