One of my best friends is in town. She has been living in London for almost 7 years. She comes home twice a year and it is never enough time. Today we are having brunch and girl talk at one of our usual spots. It’s the sort of place where I order the same thing every time. Avocado and jarlsberg scramble with fruit and croissant. Always.
There was a Frenchy-sounding accordion player in the Muni station this morning. I felt like I was in Amelie for a moment. There is an accordion player in my neighborhood, but he does not sound even a little French. He wears suspenders and a bow tie and sings off key. Loud. I love him.
I think I have become a soccer fan. I was really into the world cup. I spent many of my lunch hours at a nearby cafe watching the first hour of several of the games. I have never been interested in sports and though soccer has always been the only one I can tolerate, I never really followed it. It was an odd feeling of camaraderie that I don’t typically experience with strangers. The only sporting event I have ever attended was in high school. I sold Pepsi in the bleachers at Stanford University home games. I wore a maroon polyester shirt and matching baseball cap and yelled “Pepsi! Pepsi here!” while lugging about 100 cups of Pepsi in a tray strapped to my neck. I dreaded the Cal vs. Stanford games. Berkeley is close enough that ALL the Cal fans came to the games. The whole Saturday was spent trying to explain to Cal fans – no, I cannot wear your blue and yellow hat. I am employed by Stanford and must wear the Stanford hat. And to Stanford fans – I realize I am wearing your colors but I actually don’t care who wins. I just work here. I’d rather not high five you. I didn’t get it.
I took Abby to the park on Sunday. We made a birthday cake for the squirrels and made friends with another little girl. She commented that Abby was going to get her pretty dress dirty. I get this a lot. Abby doesn’t wear pants. Not ever. The waist bands bother her. It’s easier to get her dressed in the morning if the dress is a little fancy. She’s just that kind of kid. So she wears party dresses to the park fairly often. I don’t understand the fear of getting dirty. It’s just sand and I have access to a washing machine. Am I missing something?
I hope your week is off to a wonderful start.