A health kick has started over here on The Edge. It has finally gotten through my thick skull that some diet and exercise are a must for Miss Hope. Thanks to Carla, who has put her foot down and gotten me all psyched up about it, there are four of us trying to make a difference in our lives.
Morning time finds us walking. Carla and Dulcie are walking in their neighborhood, while Neighbor Debbie and I walk here in ours. We get the kids off to school and lace up the shoes and head out. No choice on that. If we don't walk first thing? It's hotter than eggs frying in a cast iron skillet past 10 a.m. Add in the liquid air we call humidity and we'd do more crawling than walking.
This morning Neighbor Debbie and I headed out. I had a couple of fans (we had gotten from a parade) in the Hoe and we used those gently fan ourselves and convince bugs we weren't interested in a closer relationship. We were almost back to the house when to our right, what did we see?
I still have problems wrapping my mind around the fact that we have those here in southeast Georgia.
There it was in all it's glory, ambling along in an open space. I've seen them smooshed on the road and a few from my vehicle, but never one this close.
I said to Neighbor Debbie...."Hey, Debbie! Don't those things roll up in a ball when threatened? How about run at it and see if it does!"
Gall dang if she didn't do it. She took off from the path and was flailing her arms (with a fan in one hand), hollering at that armadillo like no body's business.
The sucker took off running. Dangit.
There I stood with my mouth hanging open. She came back up to the path and we started walking. About five steps later, I had to stop and bend over I was laughing so hard at the fact THAT SHE RAN AT THE ARMADILLO. I told her.."I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU RAN AT THAT THING!!"
Now that's friendship for you. Yep. That's the kind of home-girls I got going on here. You ask them to run at an armadillo to see if it will curl up in a ball...and they do it.
Walking just took on a whole new side of fun.