“IfIhadabike” wrote the following the other day…
Being a nature boy at heart I must admit to strong daydreams of breathless single-track riding on a sweet bike, sitting in a wet, sandy bathing suit on the leading edge of the gulf tide at St. George Island in the late afternoon when everything slowly turns blue and gold as the sun that warms your legs and back starts to dip and the moon starts to slowly rise in the sky with the sound of the surf filling your ears.
I think of laying on my back looking up at trees and the way when the wind is just right in their leaves it almost sounds like they may be trying to tell you something secret and divine if you just listen closer to them for a while longer and be still.
Actually seeing stars at night, ambitions of having a garden – tomatoes, root vegetables and maybe even some orchids.
Get a dog!
I think of the good feeling of standing barefoot in grass with a cold beer in hand and old friends laughing close by. I think of a relatively laid back life style in a southern city, where a job is something you do to pursue your lifestyle and not where your lifestyle is a job.
This ain’t false advertsing people, although most of you know this to be true. Beer should have been mentioned much sooner, but other than that I think he captures our virtues pretty well. I don’t know about the rest of you but I very clearly hear what the wind in the trees is saying…
“Juuuuaaaancho, you are so damn handsome.”
“Juuuaaaancho, wait up for the other guys.”
“Juuuuancho, are you going to eat the rest of that?”
I thought everybody knew that’s what they were saying.
Speaking of trees,
S’quatch needs to come on and tell us all about the addition to his pool. He is really working on that natural, grotto-like environment. I, for one, am very impressed with his commitment to xeriscaping, which as you know, is a word that begins with the letter X.
Xuancho
I’m all for the virtues you talk about. But you forgot about the palmaetto bugs that’ll snap your finger off and the humidity that makes you swell up and not move for several months.
I think I’d rather have three months of zero below zero than that. Although I envy your lifestyle, I think it’s as much a product of living in a college town as the other things you bring up.
Besides, southerners are just plain odd. Grits? Yuck.
Although, if you’re just comparing Tallahassee to NYC, then bring it on!
No. I am comparing Tallahassee to every known community in the world, and the voters have spoken, we win!
I have a palmetto bug trapped under a jelly jar in my sink right now. Not sure what to do with it.
You wouldn’t know grits if you fell in a puddle of ’em!
The cricket is odd to the ant.
Southerners are odd? Sascha, I have one word for you: Pinnochle. (Okay, it might not be spelled correctly, but you know what I’m talking about!) I’m sure my southern pals are wondering what in the heck that is! All I know is that it’s some sort of game that only the Midwest knows about. As a born & bred southerner, I knew I had come to a strange & bizarre place when I asked my students: “What do you like to do for fun?” and they responded “Play pinnochle.” For my part, I’ll take a cold beer and some laid-back conversation under a live oak tree any day of the week!
Ants get a lot of shit done. I’ll give them that. My kitchen needs to be painted and it is 1/2 the size of Sascha’s wall. Busy people make me dizzy.
My mom, stepdad step-sis and I played double handed pinochle for two weeks during xmas vacation one year when we were snowed in.
Haven’t played it since though. I don’t get the attraction to games in general and don’t even understand Bridge. I’d rather have some lively conversation over a bottle of wine any day than play card games.