Hey friends, I deleted a few paragraphs about Charlie Kirk that made me uncomfortable. Period.
As I walked to Shadyside this morning, a large figure approached from the opposite direction. Initially, it appeared to be a bison walking on its hind legs. This seemed unlikely, though I prepared myself to have a conversation with the creature because who would NOT immediately want to greet a bison walking on its hind legs down a city street?! Sadly, it turned out to be a large man carrying a duffle on each massive shoulder. I did not attempt to start a conversation with the large man.
The diner is unexpectedly busy. A construction worker, probably from the project down the street, is gulping down a FULL breakfast. And I do mean full. He’s slender to the point of skinniness, his bald head a little dirty, like his clothes, though his hands are clean.
An older couple is talking to one of the servers. They don’t notice that they’re standing in the aisle, blocking the way for the other servers, who are patiently–and impatiently–walking around them, hands full of stacked plates. One of the servers grumbles to me about it and then laughs. It’s a small frustration in a world of complex grief.
One of the line cooks is wearing a sun hat today. He is proud of his goofy look and grins at me when I gesture to the hat and give him a thumbs up. We both laugh and return to our tasks. He’s making (pan)cakes. I’m answering email.
Two young women of Asian descent are laughing as they press their cheeks together and take a selfie in front of Sephora. It’s a sunny, fall-warm day, the sky a clear, bright blue. They’re wearing nearly matching outfits, dark jeans and light-colored tops. Both have hoodies or cardies, it’s hard to tell which, slung over their shoulders.
After much energy unnecessarily expended, I have decided to cede “MY” parking place to my grumpy neighbor. She has a driveway but has taken to parking on the street in the spot where I have parked for the past 17 years. My other neighbors are chagrined about it and have counseled me to have a discussion with her about the inconvenience of parking far-ish from my house. Yesterday, I had Costco supplies to bring into the house and parked in that “usual” spot which was available solely because she had not yet arrived home.
My friends, she blocked her own driveway to park on the street as close to my car as possible. It’s not worth my emotional health to continue this weird contest. I realized yesterday, when she smiled at me like the victor in a sporting contest, that she really cares about it. Refusing to fight with her about it is making me laugh. So, today, I moved the car. I hope she enjoys the spot. lol
A young woman in a bustier the same color as her skin–and thus, at first glance, topless–is sitting on the floor in a room of empty seats, near the sofa where I’ve been for several hours. It’s not the most comfortable sofa. It IS much more comfortable than the floor. The seat beside me is open, recently vacated by a young man who was working on a digital drawing–I tried to ISpy his work but it was difficult to do discreetly.
She’s now singing to someone on a facetime call. Come to think of it, I’m glad she’s not doing that on the sofa beside me. It’s annoying. Her furry tail and terry cloth American flag short-shorts are fun, though.
Much love.
