delilah and i went for a walk earlier. we came up on a dog yapping its head off in a truck parked across the street. the owners were on our side.
lady: "ohhhh it's just a yellow lab! helloooooo puppy."
(delilah executes her part of Frigging Adorable Dog perfectly, wagging her tail right up to the lady.)
lady: "awwww. you know, there are three dogs in that truck, two of'em are just sleepin'."
(grandma comes down the driveway.)
lady (talking to delilah): "oh, and here comes grandma to say hello!"
grandma: "oh, and so soft! we've never seen you before. where do you live?"
me: "over on westchester. i just moved back home with mom and dad so they're at work all day. delilah doesn't get to go on walks like this usually."
lady: "ahhh. did you go to school around here?"
me: "yeah, cal high. i graduated in 2005."
lady (laughing): "ohhh i was in 1984!"
me: "ah, then you must know nechia miller!"
lady: "oh, yeah! nechia pohl back then."
me: "yeah, we live next to her."
lady: "well, tell her you met michelle. see you guys around."
what a boring conversation, nicki. i have no idea why you told me about such a day-to-day interaction.
because this is what i've been missing. this small town stuff where everybody knows each other, where people recognize new dogs in the area and talk to strangers with such happiness. and this is why i'm so glad to be home.
i dunno how long i'll keep writing for...it's kind of weird because my audience (aka my family and only people in america) is now living with me/not more than a phone call away, so i don't really feel the need to update here. but then again, here i am, a week back home, and still i felt the need to write. i dunno, i also really like the way when i have a blog, i look at things differently, like everything could be a story.
so we'll see.
