Since the weather was nice and not too hot, I decided to walk to Sonic for a late lunch. They have a dollar menu now, and before 2 pm, drinks are half price, even the $1 slush. Can’t beat $1.62 for lunch.

The walk there was mostly uneventful. There was a ice cream guy taking a piss behind a dumpster and a bunch of thug-like kids hanging out by another dumpster. Aaah. Life in the city! It’s so glamorous!

I decided to take the busy roads home, so I walked down Rundberg for a couple of blocks. That wasn’t quite as peaceful and nice. A word of advice to men: honking, hooting, and shouting “Hey baby!” gets you exactly nowhere. I’ve never really understood why men in cars do that to women walking. I was ever so glad to get onto one of my neighborhood streets, though the attention didn’t end there.

First there was the guy at the bus stop who called after me asking for a smoke. I recognized him immediately as someone who had tried to bum a smoke off me before when I didn’t have any, and who had then bummed two smokes off someone else and offered me one. It took him a minute longer, but he finally said “I’ve met you before, but I don’t know where.”

“North Transit Center.”

“Oh yeah! You’re a nice lady. Not uptight. Most … people … are so uptight.”

I’m pretty sure “people” wasn’t the word in his head. There was quite a long pause before that word came out. I suspect there may have been a “white” before people or by “people” he might have meant women (particularly on the white variety). See, this guy has skin darker than any I have ever seen. It’s beautiful. He’s got that urban youth look about him, but he doesn’t seem to be on drugs, appears to have finished high school, and he’s polite. Looks are deceiving, and I imagine at least 90% of other small white women walking by him would shuffle off quickly if he spoke to them … or even looked at them too long. I do my best not to be that way. I like meeting interesting people who are different from me, and even the crazy ones are mostly harmless. If I run into him again, I think I’ll ask his name.

I finally got to the street that leads to my street, which means I was in the usually sleepy, quiet, and safe confines of my ‘hood. Alas, one more jerk in an SUV had to honk at me as he passed. Just had to be one more dude honking at me and saying “Hey baby!” He was stopped at a yard sale on my street. I stomped by without even looking at him, though I did make sure he wasn’t watching me when I turned into my yard. Had he been watching, I’d have walked past my own house. He doesn’t need to know where exactly I live. Guys honking and shouting at me on busy streets doesn’t really bother me, but it does concern me a bit more when it’s on my street.

Got into the house, and Tora was going crazy squeaking at me. Though the other cats haven’t really seemed to notice the house is short one human, Tora gets worried even when I go out to the garden and stay out too long. I’m sure it only has to do with the fact she can’t feed herself. She’s hit a major growth spurt, and she’s been eating like crazy this week. She isn’t getting fat like the other two (yet), but she is almost as tall as Myu now. And … I think she is finally learning how to properly meow. I picked her up once last night, and instead of the usual squeaking sound she makes, he actually said MA-OW! Very loudly too. I’d miss the squeaking, because it is ever so adorable, but it would be nice to have at least one cat that sounds like a proper cat. Myu has a nasally voice that always sounds like she’s whining about something, and Ronin still sounds like gravel on a sheet of tin (when he says anything at all). Today though, Tora just been squeaking and squeaking and squeaking. It’s too cute.

I better go do the household tasks I put on my list for today. I don’t want to leave it all until tomorrow, and I’d like the house to look nice when Lin gets home. :)