Today I saw a shirtless man climb up a rope past the window of our fourth floor apartment, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. I gave him a little wave. There were so many things I wanted to convey in that gesture:

  1. Hi.
  2. Um.
  3. What?
  4. Where are you going?
  5. I guess it’s a good thing that I’m wearing a shirt, eh?

As it turns out, he was a construction worker that my landlord hired to paint the side of our building.

Look at how intrigued George was by the commotion. I had no idea his neck is so long! I couldn’t help but think of the swan feather prologue from “The Joy Luck Club.”  Oh George, now you are too beautiful to eat JUST KIDDING I would never eat my cat.