Glimpse, Gift and Big Joy

- An unexpected early morning glimpse of a pensive Mr. Slow Walker watching a truck being unloaded at the hardware place next door.*

- The outpouring of friendship and comfort to a family as we say goodbye to a friend. He always made me feel as if he was just delighted to see me, with the gift of his wide smile and hearty laugh.

- Having "family style" Chinese food with committee members at a restaurant with a great name, "Big Joy." And finding we all have an equal affinity for Hot and Sour Soup.

*No worries - I did not intrude upon him, using the zoom feature on my camera. That's why it is a little fuzzy.

Other, multi-tasking and sitting in the sunshine

- Inspired by a request at work to estimate time spent on various functions, here is the same for Sophie based on a 24/7 week: 151 hours Sleeping, 7 hours Eating, 6 hours Staring at Lynn, 4 hours Other.

- A young man walking down Collier Road at 7am, listening to his MP3 player and reading a hardback book. That's what I call multi-tasking.

- The kind people at the commercial hardware business next door to the printing company, allow a man to live in the back. He is attired in bucket hat, shorts, t-shirt and rumpled old suit jacket, no matter what the weather is, 10 degrees or 95 degrees like yesterday. We call him Slow Walker and I would love to know his story, but am told not to ask. (But I always wave when I pass him walking slowly up the street, deep in thought.) Spotting him yesterday afternoon, sitting in the sunshine on the corner of nearby Howell Mill Road and Chattahoochee Avenue, he smiles and nods at me as I drive past.

Beanstalk, kindness, giddiness

- My mother always uses a word for the kind of plant that took up in my pot, it is a "volunteer." I decided to let it be, water it and just let it grow, but it seems to have reached its full height. I think it looks like something Jack might have climbed up.

- The elderly man I see at different times of the day walking slowly up and down the road where my office is. He has long gray hair pulled back in a ponytail, wears a bucket hat, tweed jacket, shorts and sneakers. Hands in pockets, he seems to be in deep thought. A co-worker told me they refer to him as "Slow Walker" and added that the business next door allows him to live in the back of the warehouse. I'll bet he has a great story.

- My father's happiness and relief that the results of his scary test were good. He was told he had the bone marrow of a 50-year-old. He said, "Now if I just had some hair, I'd be dangerous!"