May 3rd was a day I should have known about and celebrated on time. Click over to the girls’ blog to find out why. (But here’s a hint…)
I bash podunk for its shopping and such, but I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else. I love our small town and our almost incestuous connections and interconnections. Today’s adventures give a good glimpse into what I love about life in a small town.
The Knight was perusing Facebook and saw a friend’s BBQ food truck was set up within striking distance. We ventured out, and of course, got to see the father-son owners/operators, but also a family friend, the daughter/sister of the owners and her family, my nephew, the firehouse duty crew, all while enjoying great food. (And why on earth with all those folks who know me on hand did NO ONE tell me to try the hand-cut fries before I was too full to even consider it?!)
So seriously, if you’re a local, look for Buckshot’s BBQ’s red trailer and you want the BBQ platter with beans and fries. They’ll be at the Zion Crossroads Lowes and back in the Pantops area again next weekend.
Is anyone else an underpronator or supinator? (Do you wear out the outer/right edges of your shoes?) I’m shocked. I used to be a neutral to overpronator, and while I knew my back injuries/surgery had changed my dynamics, I really thought I’d gone further into overpronator land, not all the way in the other direction. No wonder those cushioned shoes feel so good to my old bones. Our new “walking” route is almost exclusively grass, so I may need to go get evaluated at the local running store. My trail runners are better than the “road runners” I wore on Saturday, but neither are perfect. (And yeah, I know several of you and all of my local runner-friends told me to go do that a long, LONG time ago.)
Actually, my wear patter is more like the mirror image of A. Wonder what that means?
I don’t remember what my blood type is either. Yes, I fixate on things. Do you?