Pigeon and grape
This is the kind of story I would usually save for D, but he is out, so y'all in blogland will receive it. It's a little ridiculous. I know.
Anyway, I tried fresh Medjool dates (all the way from Israel!) recently. Initially, I thought there wasn't that big a difference between fresh and dried dates. But then a craving for fresh dates kicked in. I figured, D and I can eat them on the train today. So I went to Fairway (the date mecca) to buy fresh dates and grapes.
On the way back, I saw an exceptionally cute pigeon (black and white, with fluffy feathers). I decided to share a grape with it. So I plucked off a tasty-looking grape and put it on the sidewalk. It rolled toward the curb and fell into the street. The pigeon scurried away, looking at me as if I were crazy. (None of the passers-by took much notice; after all, this is New York.)
Not to be discouraged, I retrieved the grape and planted it near the pigeon. The pigeon wandered around it, not closing in.
"Here, pigeon! Here!" I cajoled, indicating the grape with my toe. The pigeon ignored me.
I felt rejected, and bad for the grape, sitting alone on the sidewalk.
Sigh.
This morning, D told me he was going to the doctor early (he has a physical) in order to make our train on time. (A little back story: I typically pick up the tix in advance so we can go to the train separately. I like to get there a little early. D, who likes to live life on the edge, typically boards the train two minutes before it leaves.)
D: I'm going to go to the doctor early.
Me: How old is he?
D: I think he's in his fifties.
Me: Is he a healthy man?
D: I think so.
Me: Any heart problems?
D: No, why?
Me: 'Cause he might have a heart attack if you get there early!!
Sorry, I love my own humor ;)
In other news, my early-morning class is picking up - 5 people showed up on Thursday morning! And the French woman returned. Again, she napped after class :) It was cute.
Anyway, I tried fresh Medjool dates (all the way from Israel!) recently. Initially, I thought there wasn't that big a difference between fresh and dried dates. But then a craving for fresh dates kicked in. I figured, D and I can eat them on the train today. So I went to Fairway (the date mecca) to buy fresh dates and grapes.
On the way back, I saw an exceptionally cute pigeon (black and white, with fluffy feathers). I decided to share a grape with it. So I plucked off a tasty-looking grape and put it on the sidewalk. It rolled toward the curb and fell into the street. The pigeon scurried away, looking at me as if I were crazy. (None of the passers-by took much notice; after all, this is New York.)
Not to be discouraged, I retrieved the grape and planted it near the pigeon. The pigeon wandered around it, not closing in.
"Here, pigeon! Here!" I cajoled, indicating the grape with my toe. The pigeon ignored me.
I felt rejected, and bad for the grape, sitting alone on the sidewalk.
Sigh.
This morning, D told me he was going to the doctor early (he has a physical) in order to make our train on time. (A little back story: I typically pick up the tix in advance so we can go to the train separately. I like to get there a little early. D, who likes to live life on the edge, typically boards the train two minutes before it leaves.)
D: I'm going to go to the doctor early.
Me: How old is he?
D: I think he's in his fifties.
Me: Is he a healthy man?
D: I think so.
Me: Any heart problems?
D: No, why?
Me: 'Cause he might have a heart attack if you get there early!!
Sorry, I love my own humor ;)
In other news, my early-morning class is picking up - 5 people showed up on Thursday morning! And the French woman returned. Again, she napped after class :) It was cute.
Comments
it was alot of fun to read this little slice of your life. you held my attention.
ps what do pigeons like--seeds?
I enjoyed your heart attack comment.
as it turns out, he got there late, so the doctor was safe.