But this post is not really about fall, or months, or nature, for that matter. It's actually about this quote:
"They say that every society is only three meals away from revolution. Deprive a culture of food for three meals, and you'll have an anarchy. And it's true, isn't it? You haven't eaten for a couple of days, and you've turned into a barbarian."
There are mixed opinions on who first said these words, but Steve has mentioned this quote to me on several occasions. And I never really gave it much thought, except to think, "Really? Three meals? I would like to think that I am civilized enough that it would take more than missing three meals to turn me into a barbarian."
Not wanting to be a spoiled American who needs my own car, I was a little excited about the idea of sharing a car for a while.
Three days in, this was our conversation over dinner:
L: I almost didn't have time to do the grocery shopping today. I had so many other errands to run and appointments that I needed to get done today while I had the car, that I just didn't think I would fit it all in. I considered walking to Food Lion tomorrow, while you have the car, and getting groceries there, but I wasn't sure how to get them all home. If only we had a wagon or something.
S: Or a wheelbarrow. Maybe you could borrow a wheelbarrow.
L: Maybe. I finally decided that I would just ask the store manager, real nicely, if I could please walk home with one of the shopping carts if I promised to bring it back soon.
S: Good idea. I was afraid you'd be running behind today and not be at the train station to pick me up on time, so I started looking around for a good place to nap while I waited for you.
I think we are finding our new groove now though and I almost rather like the fact that there are days when I can't leave the house. Except maybe to walk to Food Lion.
Today I am doing some much-needed sewing and being thankful that I can get fabric delivered right to my front door.