Saturday, August 26, 2017


The doge sniffs the foot of the woman who's stopped to look at her, showing surprising and uncharacteristic interest in another mammal besides the cat or Katie and me.

"She must smell my cats," the woman says, which gets me started talking about how old the dog is, how blind she is, how she still chases the cat, her dizziness, and how her climbing upstairs after the walk will be the most exercise she gets all day.

Later, relating the story to Katie, I tell her, "I think people expect me to be the typical New Yorker and not engage, but I'm always like this," I widen my eyes like I'm really paying attention.

"I wonder if it freaks them out," I add thoughtfully.
One year ago: Superpowers
Three years ago: Deja Vu Times Two
Four years ago: Are You Sure?

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