My Charleston style (everyone's favorite hole in the wall) house from the fall |
My apartment building now |
The surrounding neighborhoods on the other hand are the stereotypical poor southern neighborhoods. They are falling apart double wides or shacks built on cinderblocks. All the lawns are over grown and most have dogs, pickup trucks, and random car parts. One of houses I run past has lawnmower parts hanging from the tree (the old man sits out side working on them some days) and the house with all the dogs and a goat tied up to their flag pole the other day.
I am confused/intrigued by their life style and they probably feel the same way about me as I run by. The other day a little boy came chasing after me on his bmx bike. "Ma'am, excuse me ma'am. May I ask you a question." As he is riding and I am running he asks, "What did the dog say to the cactus?" I asked him what and he responded, "Cactus, give me some water." I'm not sure if it was suppose to be a joke or if he had learned that day in school that a cactus can hold water, but either way it put a smile on my face as I continued my run.
I tried to look it up online but this is the closest I could get:
What did the porcupine say to the cactus?
Is that you, Mama?
Today when I was running I woman stopped to ask me if I was on track. When I responded "no" she was throughly confused and asked me, "So you mean you run for fun." Yup I do. Part fun, part stress relief, part addiction, and part a whole bunch of other things that I don't think I could explain. "Each afternoon I would run my demons hard until I left them heaving by the roadside. Finding refuge in running" So I left it as a yes. As she drove past me later her daughter hollered, while half out the sun roof, "why you run for fun?"
Just another day in the life on the Island...the culture out here definitely hits the extremes.
The dollar store 1/4 mile from my place. The Red, white, and blue signs say that they sell beer...What the heck? |
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