solitude

there’s nothing quite like coming home to a quiet house after a long workday and enjoying that hour inbetween the workday and the worknight by heating up some fabulous leftovers, kicking off your shoes and changing into bum-around clothes and lighting a candle.

my friend dan treated me to dinner at a restaurant that served both exceptionally good thai and sushi; it was fabulous. we split an eel roll and salmon roll and then got vegetarian red curry. yum. and the waitress tempted me with mango ice cream, to which i replied “i shouldn’t” so when she brought the bill, she brought out a small custard cup of the most amazing ice cream with real mango bits embedded within and said “just because.”

she received a huge tip that night. ;)

tonight is lovely; as i was taking out my trash, i ran into a neighbor i have not yet met…i smiled, said goodnight and walked past…took my trash to the dumpster and walked back and found him standing at the door, holding it for me. “i’m making sure you got back from the dumpster safely” says he. and i smile, introduce myself, and quickly go to my apartment. he moved in a few months ago. should i have apologetically explained that working two jobs means i barely meet my neighbors?

i didn’t know men did that anymore…i thought gentility was a dying breed.

it’s nice to see members still exist.