Have you ever spent all day waiting for a call? That was me on Wednesday. This person, whose anonymity I will protect for entirely selfish reason, was supposed to call me about a assignment. So I waited. All day. Finally, I went for a run, but I ran with my phone IN MY HAND, which I hate to do because every time the damn thing vibrates, I feel compelled to check it. Not at all in keeping with the purpose of a run.
Anyway, he never called. So yesterday, I decided I wouldn’t wait. Since all of my other assignments were finished, and I’ve promised to entertain Mom while she’s on Spring Break (she doesn’t require entertainment really, but since I’m leaving for Jackson Hole on Monday, she’d really like to spend some time with me before I go … sweet little Mom) I decided we’d take my computer and, of course, my phone, and if he called, I’d stop and work. But again, he never did.
So instead, we spent a lovely day exploring historic Woodstock and Acworth. Acworth is small and cute (we were finished with it in a half hour at most), but Woodstock is very close to the perfect little town for me. We had a fantastic lunch at Pure Taqueria and then checked out the shops across the street. We also discovered that a 60-mile trail system runs through the area. There’s a fantastic little bookstore, too. I mean, what? Is there a better town for me? Well yes. If you could take Woodstock and move it (at least) four hours north, it would be perfect. I need to leave out of the skin-melting heat zone, that’s all I’m saying.
But I do adore Woodstock. You should go. I’ll take you.