I went to Chaska Recreation Center to walk laps with my wife and ran into her sister
. They talked while walking briskly together; I listened to Pandora with earbuds while loping along. While there, they probably got a thousand more steps than I did.
But I got plenty of exercise later. We’re supposed to get about six inches of snow tonight so I cleared a bunch of ice that had accumulated along the stone wall by our driveway. The joys of living in Minnesota.
I’ve been slowly building a file of snippets of conversations I’ve overheard. Maybe I’d do a post of them. Or use some as seeds for short stories. Many are strange, but the one I overheard today while grocery shopping is stranger than most. A sixty-ish woman speaking to her husband:
“I don’t like olives in milk.”
Uh, say what? As opposed to everyone else who does like olives in milk? In what context would a sentence like that fit other than an avant-garde absurdist play?