Sunday in the mountains. I stayed up late last night, so I slept in this morning. Retirement is like that, "every day a holiday, every meal a feast." Not literally of course, but psychologically.
I sat down with my coffee and decided I would do something different today. Thought about going to the mall in Chattanooga. But that's a 200 mile round trip. And there's the fact that the area around Hamilton Place Mall is not the bastion of civilization I once considered it to be. That's where I had my run in the with the four Morlocks. Maybe that's not a good place to drive with the different insignia on my Jeep.
What about Gainesville, Ga? Only about an hour and a half away, but on the wrong side of the mountains. I'd have to cross the mountain ridge on the old two lane highway. Then when I got to Gainesville, I'd have to reconcile myself to being in little Mexico. Everything is in Spanish there now, and most of the people are Hispanic. And some of those are not nice people. There's only one book store there, but it's a good one.
I could go to the small park near the house, or walk down to the waterfall in the woods near my house. It's pretty bleak and barren this time of year at the lakes, but it's peaceful. Or I could go up to the big lake, to the Marina, and have a late lunch. They have a nice cafe looking out over the water.
I think I'll just head out and see where I wind up. Sometimes it works out better if you don't have a plan.