Things that make me go hmmmmm...

 This morning, we were driving back to the old house for another round of things. We also needed to go to a couple stores. 

I was driving, following a red SUV which began to slow down and then suddenly whipped off the road. The driver side door flung open and a man leaped out. He took off at a dead run.

My flabbers were ghasted when I looked in my rear view mirror and saw two men running for all they were worth down the road.

I said, "Where did that second guy come from? Was he the passenger?"

"No," Tim said. "He was walking down the side of the road."

We had a brief discussion. Should I turn around and head back? "At least if something happens, we could get the plate number from the vehicle..." 

It is hard to know what to do in a situation like that.

But we did turn around. The SUV was just pulling away. The 'walker' evidently was a pretty good runner too, because we saw him cautiously coming out of the woods some distance down the road.

I was headed to the intersection to turn around and head back in the direction we had originally been going, but Tim said, 'Slow down,' and leaned out the window. "Do you need a ride?"

I was a bit horrified. It seems to me that when someone stops driving to chase a person down the road, well, there just might be a reason.

 But the man smiled broadly, his teeth white in his deeply tanned face. "Nah, I am just going to Garland. I haven't got far to walk. Thanks a lot, though."

I am awfully curious, but I guess we will never know.

Tim got the letters for our mail box which we put up yesterday. I picked up some picture hangers and did this: 

 Silly, I know, but another thing in the place it belongs and it makes me happy. I got a frame for Jim's photograph and hung that too.

We might have different views, but I guess we are birds of a feather.

Speaking of different views, a MAGA faithful opined that she could not wait til we take over Canada. She is sick of breathing in the smoke from their wild fires.

I wonder what she is smoking, bless her heart.