When I am an old lady, part 1.

For every day I am ready for a complete change of scenery, there is an equal day that I love my hometown of  Athens, Ohio.  Yesterday was one of those days.  I was walking out of the library and saw a bunch of senior-ish looking ladies chatting outside someone’s van after their over-50 yoga class.  They had all carpooled and were loading up with their yoga mats, laughing and chatting.  My first thought was, “I’d like to be one of those ladies someday, here in the parking lot of our sometimes-noisy little library, piling into a van with all my friends.”

I almost missed it, but I caught it, and it changed my day.

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