Remember Green Acres?
(Lie if you have to.)
That TV show from way back with Eddie Albert and Eva Gabor?
Green Acres is the place to be
Farm livin’ is the life for me
Land spreadin’ out so far and wide
Keep Manhattan, just give me that countryside
New York is where I’d rather stay
I get allergic smelling hay
I just adore a penthouse view
Darling I love you but give me Park Avenue
That’s a jazzed up version of my life. Seriously jazzed up.
Keith wants cows in the yard.
I want bright lights at midnight.
Keith wants a tractor.
I want a personal driver.
(I’m sure it’s pretty apparent who wins this one.)
(Here’s a hint: I pump my own gas.)
I love a big city because of the great people watching and the food and the noise and the hustling around and the cars honking and the walk-really-fast-or-you-die/don’t-walk-at-all-or-you-die crosswalk signs.
(Though I get really nervous and want to bust out in a run when I’m in the middle of the crossing and the red hand on the crosswalk sign comes up and the countdown starts.)
(My pulse starts racing and my eyes get big and I may or may not have whipped off my heels and broke into a maniacal run, bobbing and weaving between people while squealing a pretty high pitched throat siren-sound through the crowd to get to the other side before the countdown hit 7.)
Anytime I get the chance to travel to a big city for work, I get all giddy.
And though Fort Worth might not be the biggest big city, it IS when the city you live in has one grocery store and a Sonic.
And you have chickens in your backyard.
After a ridiculously early morning start last week in Fort Worth, I took a mid-morning break and snuck off to the local Starbuck’s on the corner.
(Is ‘snuck’ even a word? It is now.)
(Lemon poundcake and salted caramel mocha.)
(Sweet Jesus. Oh, sweet Jesus. Very fru-fruey but that surprises you none from me. We all know it.)
Lots of suits, lots of high heels, lots of big hair, lots of noise and lots of construction. In other words, prime people watching for my viewing pleasure.
And I thought of you. And wanted to have you there with me.
So, it’s like we’re ALLLLL sitting around this little round, green patio table at the front door of Starbuck’s.
With only 2 chairs. So, well…I guess we’re all sitting pretty close.
In big ol’downtown Fort Worth. Watching others have their fru-fru gourmet coffees and fancy pastries.
And well, if we’re sitting there…you know I’m gonna be making some observations.
Not judging. Observing.