1) Today was the birthday of both my Grampa Dimmick and my loving cousin Susan. And I miss them both still.
2) A day of experiences: a) a man with a crutch (who may or may not have been drinking) fell flat on the sidewalk getting off the #1 bus, b) waiting for the campus shuttle and listening to an old lady yawping into her cell phone, I was surprised to recognize her as a colleague from almost 30 years ago, and c) coming home tonight I was very surprised to find someone sitting on our front steps smoking a cigarette. I greeted her "Good evening! Are you visiting some of the neighbors?" She replied "No, I'm just takin' a break." She said she lived up the street. I had never seen her before, and it was unclear what she was taking a break from. I told her "I'm sorry, but we don't keep the porch open for the public, and this is a non-smoking building. You'll have to leave." (I really was so taken aback - this has never happened - I hardly knew what to say.) And off she went in the direction of Washington Street.
3) I am for the moment very focused on this scene from The Devil Wears Prada: “And then call Natalie at Glorious Foods and tell her NO, for the 40th time, NO, I don’t want dacquoise, I want tortes filled with warm rhubarb compote.”