Well, we're not running for heavens sake, but we are walking. Farmville's a great place to walk the sidewalks and ponder life's wonders. We've adjusted quite nicely and find the area to our liking. I've stopped (almost) making comparisons to Charleston, but I can't help myself sometimes. Our neighborhood park area where we walk Woody for daily rituals, is not totally unlike our walk to Colonial Lake....nicknamed the "cement pond" that we took our daily walks to while living in Charleston. There's not as much meet and greet along the way, but it's a pretty stroll and we check out the comings and goings of mostly university students and faculty heading to and from class. The park area is just a huge grassy playing field where the old high school once stood, and is now used by Longwood for rugby and soccer. The other day George and I were there late in the day and, as often, found the field empty and quiet. Out of the blue a small black pup darted from somewhere, followed in hot pursuit by it's owner. As it came to be, we all met, sniffed and checked one another out and were straight away invited over to meet spouse and have a glass of wine! They are lovely folks everywhere. I think we're gonna be just fine.
