It was a fantastic, clear day today. Perfect for driving the “Dawgs” out into the country, which is what I decided to do.
Out in the country, I encounter all types of wildlife—deer, Rabbit, Squirrel, Cows, Horses, Dogs, Cats, and even a Skunk.
I was conscientious with the Skunk.
He was crossing the road, and I stopped so as not to run over him.
Hitting a Skunk ticks everyone living in a one-square-mile radius off.
I noticed how cute a Skunk actually is. I had never noticed it before. That’s because usually, if I see a Skunk, I get the heck out of Dodge.
This time, though, I’m stopped and watching him cross the road. I notice its pointy nose with beady eyes and beautiful, soft-looking fur.
The fur is so full and fluffy looking that, for a moment, I wonder if you could make a coat out of Skunk Fur.
There’s Mink Fur Coats, and now I’m wondering about Skunk Fur Coats.
They get a bad rap. All for doing something that I do all the time.
He crosses the road, and I continue.
After driving through the country, I head to town to get a few items at CVS. I have a 40% off coupon, and it expires tomorrow. I run in, grab an item, and get my 40% off.
On my way back from CVS, I pass by our town’s “Park and Ride” Parking Lot. A good bit of people use it, including myself.
I notice it is closed off, and a sign reads “Closed Until Further Notice.”
That will inconvenience a good bit of people if the town doesn’t open it back up. The property may end up getting used for something else. Time will tell.
The day is so nice that it reminds me of my time in Franklin, Tennessee.
I had visited Franklin Proper.
I could tell that it was a tight-knit community—a place where everyone knows your name.
It is the kind of town that, if you don’t attend Choir Practice at Church, people will probably check in on you.
The town is quaint and cozy.
I remember parking on Main and walking and visiting the Mom and Pop Shops.
That’s when I walked up on Isaiah, a Busker who has been Busking in Franklin Proper for several years. He plays the Violin.
I asked if he minded if I sat down on the bench he was next to, and people watched while listening to him play his Violin. He didn’t mind at all.
He played Sonatra, Bing, and some Classical music as I sat and watched people walk by with their Shopping Bags and Ice Cream cones.
The day was cool but not cold.
The sky was blue with no clouds.
The Violin sounded Beautiful.
And it was the Perfect Day—much like today.
