After storm.

This Irene lady was rather dull for me. Nothing like the exciting Hurricane Bob back in '91, now that was a good time! If anything, Irene made me gain some weight. All good. Definitely made chocolate walnut cookies (though they're closer to dough honestly) and ate lots of pizza and crackers. Jonesin' for some fresh air, I walked around a lot today. So many people close to my age were out yet the only person to speak to me was a French guy in his seventies. And he chose to speak to me in French. Of course he did. I somehow spoke back in broken French. I had to say "je ne sais pas!" (I don't know)  and "je suis desole mais j'oblies les langues" (I'm sorry but I forgot the language...or something?) a lot. I did get that he has been in the States for 5 months and is a professor of art. He has exhibits coming up and made me take down his email address but I don't really think I took it down properly because really I had no idea what he was saying. I also have no idea why he chose to talk to me. After our semi-long conversation where neither of us knew what the other was saying, I continued on my aimless wander. I heard an "excuse me". I turned around. A middle aged woman is now trying to get my attention but after one look at my face she changes her mind. "I'm fine, never mind!" Or brother. I wondered if I had something weird going on with my face or if the wind blown hair look frightened her. I continued on.


I got antsy being in my apartment again so decided to head out for another rendezvous. This time a shriveling elderly woman approaches me on the street. She points to a bench nearby with homeless people sitting on it. Or not, maybe they weren't homeless. I don't know.
Elderly lady: "Do you see those girls?" 
Me: "Yes." There are two girls hanging with some dudes. 
E.L. "What are they doing?"
Me: "I don't know."
EL: "Well, do you know them?"
Me: "No."
EL: "Do you think they should be doing that?" 
Me: "What are they doing? I don't know? I don't know them."
She looked at me, totally disgusted, and walked off.


The other day in a park some guy talked to me FOREVER about how things were different when he moved here in 1984. Then asked me if I would be his dinner partner. Dude, I was BORN in 1984. No thanks. 


Who are these people? Why are they talking to me?