I get a visit from Zach Morris
This is Zachary Morris, the kitty who came through my window and slept in my room every night until I had to put the AC in. He has x-tra thumbs, which makes him adorably awkward sometimes. This picture shows him sitting IN HIS VERY OWN SPOT on my ottoman, which is also where he used to keep his toy mouse.
One of my roommates said to me today, “Someone is here to see you. I made him wait on the porch though. He’s waiting.” Initially I thought that was kinda rude, to make someone’s guest wait outside… until I opened the door and THERE was Zachary, curled up and meowing at me. He YELLS, quite honestly.
As an ally cat, he can tend to be skittish. So at one point, I’m about to step onto the sidewalk in front of our house. I’ve laid out food for him, and he’s crouching between the curb and someone’s car. I start to make loud kissy noises, and just as I do, a woman walks by on the sidewalk. I essentially attacked her from the side with air kisses. Quite surprised, she looked at me and said “Um, I’m sorry…” and briskly continued down the sidewalk. It was at this point that I noticed in the dark street that neither the cat food, nor the crouching hiding kitty would have been visible to her.
It’s always hard to resist the temptation to call after someone and offer a lame explanation of why you just did something awkward. The very act of explaining yourself can in fact, make you appear more crazy.
Better not.
serendipity, minus the glorious john cusack
In a small cafe in Central, I met a guy visiting from California. One of the only free seats in the place was the one right next to him. He asked where Foxborough was, I didn’t know, we chatted, and eventually he left.
I just love those kind of encounters!
Today, at work in Jamaica Plain (a completely different part of the city, and on the opposite side), for the first time in a long time, I hadn’t brought my lunch and had to walk to town to get something. Normally I go to the Purple Cactus, but for some reason I chose the health food sandwich shop/grocery across the street. As I was leaving, I ran into… California guy! What are the chances?
His name is Bo, and we took a picture, but it didn’t save on my phone! 
Anyway, it was awesome. So, what do you think, is it true love?
…and, now I know that even though my weekend life and my work life are very far apart, both geographically and socially, I cannot wear the same outfit two days in a row… because anything can happen! Whoops.
I’ve DEFINITELY lost my keys
Somewhere between the yoga studio and the food co-op today, I lost my keys. Standing at the front door to our house, I was dreading re-tracing my steps. With my free hand, I pulled everything out of my duffle bag- towel, water, the groceries I bought- laid them all out on the front stoop. There, at the bottom of the bag… NO KEYS.
So I go to put everything back in my bag. I decide that this one-handed act is bull, and that I should put down whatever is in my LEFT hand to deal with the groceries and what-not. So, I put down my keys so my left hand is free… and, wait, what did I just put down?
Worse than searching for your glasses when they’re on your head, I was actually HOLDING my lost keys the whole panicky time. UGH.
living with drug addicts
It’s amazing, the change in my environment from last year to this year.
I used to drive past this to get to work:
Hey! Do you like beef?!
This morning, on the T, right after putting my book away, a loud voice next to me said “I was born in 1974. When were you born?”
A chubby man with mental retardation was a few seats to my right.
I smiled, and told him.
“I’m from Baltimore. Where are you from?”
“New York.”
“Do you like beef?”
“No. I don’t eat beef.” (At this point, I’m giggling, along with the two gentlemen sitting across from us in the train car.)
“It’s raining. We don’t need it.”
“You’ve got that right.”
“Do you like chicken?”
“No, I don’t like chicken. I don’t eat meat.”
“You don’t enjoy poultry?”
“No.”
“Well, that’s too bad,” he said, very gravely.
“I suppose it is!” I laughed.
He paused. ”It’s raining. We don’t need it.”
“I was just telling myself the same thing this morning,” I said.
Then, it was his stop, and he got up and left.
As we were getting off at our stop, one of the gentlemen who had witnessed the conversation, still chuckling, said to me ” ‘That’s too bad’ that you don’t eat poultry. I’ll be laughing about that all day!”
It’s amazing how our society mistreats and disregards those who have any sort of mental “handicap,” not to mention that most cynical people would have ignored his invitation to talk altogether. Meanwhile, this man on the T this morning wanted nothing but to be friendly, and ended up cheering up a bunch of depressed, bored, tired commuters.
Watch where your butt goes!
An older gentleman got on the T at an orange line stop near Forest Hills- out where the train cars are mainly empty. I was sitting in a row of empty seats, with my bag on the seat next to me. I wouldn’t normally do this, but since there was plenty of seating available, I made an exception.
Well, this gentleman walks straight over to the seat next to me, and proceeds to sit on my bag.
WTF?
how to exercise on the subway platform…
HA! Saw this woman waiting for the T during the commute home. WORK IT, GIRL!
locked in
today, i tried to leave the bathroom, but no matter how much i turned the handle each way, the door wouldn’t open. that’s how i learned that our new bathroom door handle (which we’ve had for two months now) actually locks, unlike our old one.
effing genius, i tell you.
