Big City Stylin
Today I was afforded the opportunity to make a trip to the big city. Of course I had to go. There is a fine balance between "Farm" and "Chick". A lot of time gets spent here at the farm, so off to the city I went.
Shortly after arriving, it became clear what I had been missing from city life. A cup of Starbucks and a trip to a bookstore were a fine start. A trip to Sephora to stock up on some essentials was next on the list. Clusters of well-groomed ladies, all clad in black, were at my disposal to hunt any merchandise I might need. And, only in the city do sales people wear headsets to communicate with each other. Here in Smalltownland they just yell across the store.....
When it was time to go home it immediately became crystal clear to me why I choose to live on my crazy farmette in an antique house. Traffic was bumper to bumper. Horns were honking and people were cutting me off....without even so much as a wave. Everyone was in a terrible hurry. No sooner had I gotten off of the interstate than I was greeted with a tractor and a load of hay. George Strait magically appeared on the radio and I got stuck behind a senior citizen going 20 miles per hour. Ahhhh....home at last.