I’m a city girl surrounded by distractions. When I want to go out to eat, I just step out the door and within a half a mile - I can eat the food of any nation on the planet. If I want to see a movie, I just check Fandango and within a 10-minute drive, I can watch any film. There are plays, musicals, comedies, and lectures. I’m always entertained.
This weekend I’m in the country, or I should say COUNTRY. There’s no movie house. Tonight, a Friday night - date night – the area’s one non-American cuisine restaurant has six customers (including my aunt and me) and the only gas station stopped accepting credit cards last year.
The background dim of the big city is absent, no traffic noise, no airplane flyovers. The other main distractions are also missing … no internet access and my smartphone decides to go unplugged as well.
It’s raining. The only sound reaching my ears are the drops hitting the gutter with such force that I first thought I was hearing gunshots. If the weather were dryer and warmer, I’d be out on the lake or hiking in the hills. But it’s hailing and frosty causing me to feel a bit wimpy, so I stay inside and visit with my aunt.