Lunch

Went outside to refresh my brain and sat on a curb in a park. Watched a sparrow hop off the curb across the way and hop towards me. Then it hopped off to the left of me and joined another sparrow eating some crumbs. It only ate a few and then jumped into the grassy area and shoved its beak into dandelion that had turned from yellow to white but had not yet gotten into blow-able form. It pulled out a tuft and chewed off the seeds. Shoved its beak back in, and more seeds. I thought I understood then why the bigger one was bigger - eating carbohydrates rather than protein. But then the it finished the crumbs and jumped up to the dandelion and pecked the other one away and proceeded to eat the seeds. The smaller one was lower on the pecking order and had to go find something else...

I had a funnier way of telling this, but lost it...

Lunch

Had to go buy lunch today. Walking around in a food court I hear in a distinctly Jewish woman's voice. "Yeah, that is the ultimate solution." I was distracted and caught by irony (?) until I realized the original phrase was "the final solution".

Staring at a spoon

I noticed that on the convex side, my reflection is right side up. On the concave side, it's upside down. Neat trick whoever invented that spoon.

I feel like the Easter Bunny

We had a meeting this morning and provided breakfast. Our director had mentioned that it would be nice to have some protein, so suggested boiled eggs. That was interpreted as 2 boiled eggs per person, each peeled and in their own little container. So, now I have two dozen eggs to go distribute to homeless people. There'd be two more if the UPS woman in the elevator didn't respond to my offer with 'sure! I love boiled eggs'.

Update: Well, there are some picky homeless people out there. Which is fine. And you know, it's harder to figure out who's homeless than I thought. I found some in the regular spots, but beyond that, you don't want to assume... I gave up and went to the pack of bike messengers who quickly dispatched with the remainder. One did say he'd rather have me. I unfortunately did not have a witty rejoinder... Tell me what I should have said.

Lunch today

- I sat in a seat on the sidewalk with my eyes closed and let the wind blow across my face and tried to have it blow through my mind. Opened my eyes for an instant when of course someone was looking at me. Next thing, he's sitting next to me chatting me up in his Oklahoman kinda looking homeless way. It's not a lie yet if I say I'm married.

- I was walking back to the office and ran into a co-worker from my former job. Chat chat chat. To me: 'you look like you're pregnant!'. I just looked at her speechless and looked at my stomach. 'No, no, you have that glow.' I guess it was the glow of sitting on a sidewalk seat with the wind blowing through my hair.

Twittering Lunch

--Went out and laid in the sun. Listened, and over or under the sounds of the cars and people, there was a consistent whine of insects buzzing in the heat.

--Decided Wednesday might be Haiku Humpback Day. Here's a haiku a day early.
If you think you can't
breathe, eat, sleep, move, live, love, dream.
Let go. Just do it.

--Firefighters on the corner holding out a boot for Jerry's kids. Wonder if they'll give a percentage to the homeless people whose spot they took.

--My friend decided to name the climb The Gray Matter, in deference to the guy who had originally thought to bolt the line and allowed my friend to do it.

Lunch

My new sunglasses pretty much match the color of my lunch, and the sunglasses are called Pepto. What am I eating?

bumper cars

Ah, lunch around here is always so interesting. I was sitting on a bench on the sidewalk, facing away from the street, and I got a phone call. Almost immediately after taking the call, I hear crunching and glass breaking behind me. There's a van in between two motorcycles trying to get out of the space. Trouble is, you can't bump bikes like you can cars, because they fall over, and break. And trouble is, when you're an idiot and keep trying to get out of the spot, you do more damage. Honestly, I don't know who parked where first, but boy was he parked in. Since I was distracted and didn't really see it, I didn't feel the need to stop - there were guys there taking down his license plate, etc.

Image: (from brokenbikeblog)

lunch today

Was no picnice. Ha ha!

Yes, this is a recurring theme Evil-e, so I will start labeling.

So, I've been using the work computer at the various homes I've had. And my boss calls me at 8 am expecting that I'll hear it and bring the computer in. And since I didn't, and since I don't have it here, I needed to go back and get it at lunchtime.

Fine. I was all ready to taxi it, and my door guy friend offered to let me use his car. Which is of course very nice of him. So, I drove up there, got the computer, gave the cat some treats and a scratches on the neck, and walked out the door.

Without my keys. PIMFA.

So, this means:
- I did not bolt the door of the apt. nor the door outside.
- My bicycle is locked on the street with no way for me to get it.
- I have to get someone to help me get into the place (luckily others have keys), and then drive my car back to pick up my bike.

The silver lining in the cloud is that I found something in the bag I used to carry the computer that I had been missing for a while. So, some things are well that aren't going well? Or however that goes.

Whatever. What is eating away at me and it's so difficult to keep my mouth shut, is that I didn't need the little lecture from my bos about how the computer belongs here for when it's needed. She is getting her PHD and from Sept to March this past year had the computer at her house so she could run SPSS on it. If I needed it for travel I'd have to remind her to bring it in. Hypocrite. I get blamed because she didn't remember until the morning she has to leave on a trip.

Oh well, it's an hour not at my desk and I'm not making up the time. And now I can't work at 'home' anymore so they can't expect that of me.

HEY PUSS! It seems it is indeed in the clause. See an old post of mine.

Butts for lunch?

So, I got invited to lunch by the guy who eats his butts. The doorman helps him walk to a nearby club for lunch, and I'm always chatting with the doorman, so he finally stopped to talk with me. He found me intriguing enough to invite me to lunch. I wonder if it'd be cigarillos butts for appetizer, cigar butts for lunch, and menthol-flavored cigarette butts for dessert. Oh, and my mind just went to a place I don't want to go for what he might expect in return...using butts. ICK! OK, I'll ask the door guy if he's safe. It'd be interesting to go.