Himself: Swam, job hunted and there was only one, drove to the hinterlands, hit two thrift stores, and ate at Brian’s. Meeting. Olympics.
Herself: Got a pair of black dress pants in the newer, bigger size….since I have to dress up tomorrow night.
She argues that sometimes a hard won and fought for changes have important ripple effects. Oh, she didn’t say it like that….she wrote it all much better than I did. She’s clear in her “compare and contrast” points, and I sure am proud of her.
I remain less proud of myself….no camera in hand again. After taking our old spice shelves out to KAP’s new-old, delightful, wonderful hodgepodge of a home, we drove back toward the coast off the freeway on University Avenue. He wanted to stop by an old favorite thrift store….no longer there. Disappointed, over a hill we came to find ourselves in a Muslim community with flowing black burka’s contrasting with a Hispanic mother’s denim and bright colors. The streets were busy, and the sidewalks were crowded.
Over another rise, we found ourselves in the Vietnam community. Colorful signs in two languages tantalized us with translations. Tiny stores everywhere. Grandmother’s in their pajama bottoms and wide hats rushed from the shade of a building to get on a bus. Only a few blocks further toward home and we found ourselves in a Chinese community, and then a black neighborhood. More tiny stores most seeming to be doing a land office business.
A freeway splits one neighborhood, and the buildings grow more middle class. Another freeway…when they should have tunneled, and we found ourselves in a gay enclave, then finally Whitebread Land overlooking the bay.
We take the freeway too often here. Perhaps it is time to stir things up a bit.