Vacation

I got some great runs in while at the beach for a long weekend. Running on the beach was out. It was too unstable for my knee. But I did get a 4+ miler in on Sat., and a 6+ miler on Mon. I also had a beach romance with a bike - a little pedal thing with no gears and cute little basket.

I just checked out my routes on Map My Run, and it turns out I rode nearly 12 miles on Sunday evening, then another 12 miles right after my 6 mile run on Monday morning (can you say dead legs), and a final 7 to pick up chocolate croissants for breakfast on Tuesday. This was in my final quest to find something useful to tote in my basket.

It was hard to walk away from that cute little bike, but it was just a vacation romance.

It's a Mystery

Someone moved into the house next door while I was out of town this weekend. That's good, since it's been empty since last spring, at least. Empty houses on the street become Motel 8 for the homeless, drug users, and prostitutes as well as a home salvage store where anything that can be detached is taken by anyone who finds it useful.

Here's my question. How is possible that as soon as they have arrived at this new location the car on the carport has the hood popped open and there's a car part lying on the ground next to it? Plus some seats pulled out and propped up against the wall. There's hardly been time for the car to break down and need work.

Don't get me wrong. I grew up in Appalachia, so it feels kind of homey. Just curious.

Here's another question. Is it possible to plan to be a good neighbor while I'm thinking of what I can plant to screen that carport from my view?