Don't worry I'm not.
Three things Friday, because I don't have five:
1. Yesterday while walking the dog, we found ourselves standing on the corner of a busy street (sans crosswalk) waiting to cross. A city bus flew around the corner in the same manner that all the crazy buses here do - way to close to the curb, at an alarming speed - but instead of continuing through the intersection he slammed on his brakes, rolled down his window and start talking baby talk to Kai in Hebrew.
He continued to cat call to her until she finally made eye contact with him and gave him a 'what's your deal bro' look, yet by the time the bus driver decided to continue on his route plenty of horns were being laid on in the backed-up intersection behind him.
I stood there at a loss the entire time, slightly embarrassed as people around us paused to observe the commotion.
2. Recently I've fallen back in love with grapefruits. I mean I've always loved them, but right now I want them in my life daily. No, grapefruits aren't a metaphor for something else.
The good news is there are thousands of massive juicy cheap grapefruits in the market near our house. As I wandered through the market this past Tuesday, I couldn't help but notice the aggressiveness of some of the produce vendors around me.
One in particular continued to scream "PAPAYAS" repeatedly until I wondered at what point he was going to pass out from lack of oxygen. Yet his craziness intrigued me, so I stalled in his booth for a few seconds to examine his grapefruits.
He stopped screaming and smiled at me, "An American?"
"Yes," I smiled back, relieved not to be mistaken for a German again. Not that there is anything wrong with that... I'm just, not.
"New York?" he questioned.
"No.... Baltimore... it's kind of by D.C.," wondering how well the man knew his U.S. geography.
"Oh very nice, so a New Yorker!" he retorted.
"Sure... close enough..." I surrendered, as I paid and left.
3. All week, afternoons have been getting back up into the mid-60s by lunchtime, which when the sun is out, feels plenty warm for me to walk to the gym in just my tank and workout pants.
Our doorman strongly disagrees, and continues to be offended by my daily outfit choices.
"WHERE is your coat!?" has been the conversation twice this week, as he frantically rubs his arms and stares at my bare arms, acting as if I'm retreating out into a tundra naked.
"I'll be fine, the sun is warm!" I promise, and then hurry away from his judgement.
It never felt like a Midwestern winter here, obviously. But mid-December to mid-January did get colder, became rainy/windy, and I actually wore my North Face a few times. Nights still cool down to the 40's, yet I won't lie the beach started calling my name again this week....
I'll wait until we creep into the 70's.
Anyways, if you were looking for odd happenings from this past week, there you have it. Honestly now that I think of it, there were more - like the guy who ran after me on the bike path to tell me he liked the way my ponytail was bouncing as I ran. As I type that out, I hope that wasn't a metaphor. But I'll end the stories here, because typing out conversations and having to use so many quotation marks is hard.
Happy Friday, Cheers -