More Lloyd Stuff

So here's another church on my basic walk road. This is the Lloyd Church of God in Christ church. They keep a very tidy church yard, don't they? And the church itself is obviously well maintained. There are SO many churches on Old Lloyd Road, the road on which I live. I keep meaning to count all of them between where Old Lloyd Road begins to the west of here and my house but I always lose count. There are a lot. 
I think that The Holy Ghost Revival Center, the name of the church next door to me, has the coolest name though. So many interesting concepts in those few words. 

I took another little walk today.

Woo-hoo.

Seriously, that's how I feel about it. I was talking to Mr. Moon last night about how I could already feel my joints and muscles giving me shit and how depressing that is. He said something about biking instead of walking and I did bike for awhile about twenty years ago when one of my knees went out. I had the biggest piece of crap bike you ever saw. I think it may have come from the dump. Whatever. It worked. I rode it up Lloyd Creek Road and I worked myself up to covering what I consider to be an adequate number of miles on that bike. It was an interesting route with woods, farms, and a few little communities set apart from each other. There was very little traffic on it. There were a couple of fairly serious hills though and I hated them. Truly. Hated. Them.
So I joked last night to Glen that if I did start biking again, I'd want an e-bike and I realized that's not a joke. If I had an e-bike, I could deal with the hills. And it's always fun to go on longer jaunts.
Glen was not adverse to the idea. And I've thought about it several times today. There are, however, several downsides to this plan. 
One is that although biking is a good cardio-vascular work-out, it's no good at all as the weight-bearing activity we need to prevent osteoporosis. The very thing about it which would make more sense for me as it is so much easier on joints with its lack of impact on the bones, causes it to suck at being weight-bearing. 
Another thing I worry about is- will I actually do enough pedaling or will I be hitting the throttle button too often? I just looked up how any of this works and it turns out that the bike can measure how hard you are pedaling and will assist (not replace) in providing a steady boost. 
I will be pondering this. I need to talk to Vergil because he is the family biking authority. 

Meanwhile, here's a picture of the sasanqua camellias growing in a neighbor's yard.

I love the carpet of pink the blossoms leave on the sidewalk. This is the neighbor I ran into in Publix the other day. The one whose husband recently died. I think she's in the hospital herself right now. Yesterday we saw an ambulance doing a U-turn in the church parking lot next door in order to head west, which is the direction the hospital is in. The siren was not on and I really don't think she's, well, dead, so perhaps it wasn't anything dire. 
But who knows? 

I walked back past our house, heading west for just a tiny bit and did a window-peeking survey of the Still Waters Farm Store. I window-peeked because it's not open. I'm not sure I've ever seen it open. The "Now Open" signs that were put up on both ends of it have disappeared and the closed sign is on the door. The cooler where the goat's milk and cheese or whatever-it-was-in-there is empty. The shelves were hard to see but they looked mighty bare. I saw a few plants which, if not attended to soon, are going to be dead. 
So much for one more person thinking that any business in that tiny, old cement block building is going to thrive, faith-based or not. 
Maybe a crack store? 
And in that same vein, here's a now picture of what used to be Mr. Lawrence's store before he got ill and sold it. 

Fifty years ago and more, this was a busy convenience/gas store. There never was enough parking but people figured it out. Mr. Lawrence was a very, very fine gentleman who, when I moved to Lloyd 22 years ago, was barely hanging on, selling ice, beer, chips, Vienna sausages, candy, and things of that nature. The gas station aspect had been discontinued many years before. 
But a few years ago, somebody bought that place. It IS on a very busy corner but there ain't a lot of people stopping in Lloyd for any reason whatsoever. And whoever bought Mr. Lawrence's store never did a damn thing with it at all. Besides the obvious problems associated with it, there is no parking. The lot is tiny. And it has fallen into complete disrepair. The county has asked them repeatedly to do something about the building as it is now a dangerous nuisance. There is broken glass and the door is ripped off and it's just a mess. 
However, the county has now condemned the building and will tear it down. 
It is time. I can hardly imagine what that corner will look like without Mr. Lawrence's store on it, even in the state it's in. Do you see the oak trees behind it? One of those is the giant, magnificent oak I wrote about a few weeks ago which is in the yard of my next-door neighbor to the west of me. I will be so glad when that tree is what the eye goes to when people stop at the flashing red/caution sign there. 

Well, Mr. Moon has taken Levon to a VERY IMPORTANT FSU basketball game. I don't know who's happier, the nine-year old or his grandfather. 

Here are a few of my own sasanqua camellias. I don't steal other people's flowers. 
Well, almost never.

Love...Ms. Moon