Musings of the Week

Ants, ants everywhere...They are said to never cross a chalk line. So get your chalk out and draw the line.
Here's the problem, on which side do I draw the line? Maybe around myself? Or maybe around the whole darn building.

What I really want to write about (and I will) are my various musings. This time they will get on the blog before Shabbat. I even took notes.

Childhood foods. These past few days I wanted a Safta (grandmother in Hebrew) creation of sour cream, cottage cheese, and fresh fruit. I subbed yogurt for the sour cream and added a bit of maple syrup for the white sugar. Yummy. The drop in temperature caused me to seek raw sun rays outdoors. I set up on the stone wall out front of the apartment and ate my (lower in fat) delicacy. Mom called and I bookmarked my page. A gorgeous black cat asked to have some of the dairy treat. I obliged. A beautiful moment that spanned an hour. Dr. Dolittle, a man in orange doing Tai Chi near the far bench and a young boy doing imaginary work on the cement while his loving grandmother looked on. I looked up to the entrances and thought of SIMS. If I could control this building... for one I would not allow the downstairs neighbor to smoke in the stairwell or out her window or at all...only because it violates my personal space. More importantly though, if it were the SIMS, I would know what-the-hey the Thailandi neighbors are doing after midnight and every Friday afternoon, sounds like carpentry but I seriously doubt it.

Elevator Etiquette. So all this week I frequented an oblong elevator. How does one stand in one of those? It fit two people across and four people deep and there were only 2 floors! Did I mention the mirror? I took the stairs.

Men packing heat. It turns me on.

Next time:
Seeing the color red...