This morning I thought I'd pass the time by going to the gym with my father in law. We drove through three towns and arrived twenty minutes later. I hopped on a treadmill and prepared to watch some Regis and Kelly whilst I took in a jog. The next thing I know, some man asks me if I'm Mr. Pigs' wife and starts telling me about his children. He had heard I would be in town. Never met the man in my life. He asked all about Piglet and Gus and wanted to know when we'd be moving back closer to home. Ten minutes into this conversation, in walks someone I know. There are eight people in this gym and somehow I know a quarter of them. Er...they know me. Whatever. It was very bizarre.
I don't think I'm cut out for small town life. It's 5:30 and I've already had my supper. Next we're going to go sit on the porch and watch the birds fly around. It's a good thing they invented satellite, because there's no cable here. Or city water. Just wells. Have I mentioned the septic tank? I've learned a lot on my visits out here. Tomorrow, I'm going to ride on a tractor around the property. Then Mr. Pigs and I are going out for our anniversary. We'll either have to talk to all the other people in the restaurant who know him, or we'll have to drive an hour to an actual town. Decisions, decisions.