Ya'all wont fries with that??

Wayne’s brother Gary and his wife Carrie have finally come down to visit. We have been trying to lure them down here for the past 3 years. It’s their 25th wedding anniversary this week and we are thrilled to show them around. They are still working with tuition to pay, so it will be a while before they can retire, but we’d love to see them consider TV in the future. We’re thinking of taking them to Cape Canaveral Friday for the Shuttle launch.

The pace is much slower here in the South. When we first came down here it bothered me WAY more than it does now. I was the one in line with the veins in my neck throbbing and my face purple. I was the one ready to grab the Burger King girl by the neck when she finally asked me if “Ya’allllll….. wont…….fries…….. with……that……..Woooooppppeeeerrrr???? (Don’t they know what FAST FOOD means?) Y’all must be from New York, she would comment. How’d she know that?

I was the nut weaving traffic to get 2 cars ahead of the pack. I got 2 speeding tickets in the first month I was down here. I don’t drive outside the bubble anymore. I have come a long way. I now understand why we siesta, and that manna does not mean tomorrow, it just means not today.

If I find myself getting impatient now I just take a breath and remind myself that I am retired, and I have no where that I have to be. If I get there 2 minutes later, nothing will change, no one will care. Now I only have to have “the talk” with myself occasionally.