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April flowers bring May showers
May. 14th, 2015 08:19 pmAfter a sunny beginning, it poured rain furiously but intermittently all afternoon, though it didn't make anything very wet. (I pulled out of a parking space and waited a minute for the dry spot underneath to disappear in the pounding rain. It didn't.) This is Eastern U.S. style weather, very unusual out here, though it's getting more common.
I went to the library in successful search of the book that got Simon Winchester banned for life from Tristan da Cunha (he tells the story here), and as I was walking to my car was approached by a woman. Let's say she was not young, not small, and not reserved. She poured out a story of her car having broken down and the auto club not being able to come soon and how she needed to get somewhere a mile away which was too far to walk with rain threatening, but from which she could get back with a friend's help (but the friend couldn't come here? I didn't grasp that part), and could she have a ride? It sounded real, so I gave it her. Then I had to remember how to converse with a stranger. She said, "You look like a professor." I said, "You're not as wrong about that as you might be." She said she was from Jamaica and is a caterer who specializes in jerk chicken. I said I like that stuff. She gave me her card and promised me a discount. OK, sometime when I need caterer-quantity chicken. She said her name was Nadia, not a name I associate with Jamaica, but I didn't say that.
I went to the library in successful search of the book that got Simon Winchester banned for life from Tristan da Cunha (he tells the story here), and as I was walking to my car was approached by a woman. Let's say she was not young, not small, and not reserved. She poured out a story of her car having broken down and the auto club not being able to come soon and how she needed to get somewhere a mile away which was too far to walk with rain threatening, but from which she could get back with a friend's help (but the friend couldn't come here? I didn't grasp that part), and could she have a ride? It sounded real, so I gave it her. Then I had to remember how to converse with a stranger. She said, "You look like a professor." I said, "You're not as wrong about that as you might be." She said she was from Jamaica and is a caterer who specializes in jerk chicken. I said I like that stuff. She gave me her card and promised me a discount. OK, sometime when I need caterer-quantity chicken. She said her name was Nadia, not a name I associate with Jamaica, but I didn't say that.
