Okay, now for a lighter topic where I found some humor.
I thought I have lived in some smallish towns, but Nowhere, is so much smaller than any place I’ve lived. The population is somewhere around 4500.
From what I saw, there are most of the normal things that towns have. Churches, a hospital, lawyers, a couple of restaurants, a couple of motels (not sure both were in operation), gas stations, banks, a cafe, a bakery, a feed shop, a nut shop (the kind we eat—an entire store selling varieties of nuts), a drive-through liquor shop, and of course, Walmart. There is also the grocery store with the dead deer heads, for the people who fought against Walmart and lost–therefore, they refuse to give them their business.
The lady who works with, or assists the three lawyers in the office handling the estate of my father-in-law, is a character—like no other character I’ve ever met. I’m not exactly sure what her job title is, but she knows everybody in town, and one of the first questions she asked me was, what our religious affiliation was.
That’s a tough question for me, because I don’t want to be judged–especially in a town we may live in. We don’t follow any organized religion. I have said before, that my church is in the beautiful outdoors we are so blessed to have. That is where I feel closest to God.
I’m not going to go any further into my religious beliefs because I’m happy with where I stand, and I will never force others to believe what I do. I appreciate the same respect.
She further went on to tell me that she has a problem with people who get their britches in a bunch. I assured her that my britches stay in place, and I’m a pretty open minded person.
Anyway, she asked me what my hobbies were. I rattled them off, and she informed me she is friends with a lady who has a group of knitters/spinners in the community. Bonus!
I like blunt, up front people—genuine people.
She is that, and then some. She gets so up in your space, she sucks you into her universe.
She dropped by during the garage sale, and purchased a few of the larger items to pick up a couple of days later. She went through every cabinet and every room–which had all been emptied except for the rooms with our personal stuff.
A couple of days later, she came to gather her items, and looked through everything again–not exactly sure why.
I helped, who I guessed to be her daughter, load up the car with her items.
On one of the trips inside, there was the lawyer’s assistant—sitting on the commode—with the door to the bathroom wide open.
Oh my, and it wasn’t even the third date!
Sorry, I don’t have a picture to share with y’all, that just wouldn’t be right. 😀
Small town living may be a struggle, but being an introvert, it sounds like heaven to me.