log cabins don’t require water even though they’re made from trees

i have a story to share that i was actually just typing out, but i’m going to wait and tell it tomorrow because i have to post the conversation that went along with it. and i can’t right now because it is saved on my work computer… but prepare yourself. actually i take that back, because now you might have expectations and i doubt i’ll live up to them.

i just got done chatting with my Pops on skype video chat and he said two things that made me laugh:

1. [in reference to being able to skype video chat]: “This is the greatest thing since peanut butter.” (i’m not sure if he realizes the expression actually refers to sliced-bread…)

2. dad: “i still would like to have a log cabin, but they’re hard to maintain.”

me: “do you have to water it?”

dad: “Uh… no.”

me: “that was a stupid question. but I’d bet you have to be careful, too. Like, you couldn’t smoke inside.”

Dad: “do you think the walls are covered in gasoline, Honey?”

–that dialogue taught me that i do not know a lot about log cabins, as it were.

everyday (weekdays), i pass the same exact gentleman as i walk to the subway station from work. and i know if i leave later than usual i will pass him on the street, and if i leave at the usual time i will pass him in the subway station. and i probably pass a handful of the same people without even realizing, but i do not notice because they all start to blend in… which brings me to why i noticed this guy in the first place….

naturally, westerners tend to stick out here. and one time i saw this guy walking toward me who was tall and had salt and pepper hair, so i immediately thought he was a westerner. i was wrong. he is asian. and he also walks with a swagger (which is my way of saying “limp”). well… i think i’ve passed this guy on a weekday basis for the past month, and i think he’s started noticing me – which now makes me feel weird because i stare at him every time i see him… which is probably why he noticed me in the first place. now, when i say i “stare” at him, it’s not in like a “i have a crush on you” way, because he’s old. but in like a, “i can’t believe i see you every single day” way. and if i had to choose a name for him, it’d be tom. or maybe alan. no, definitely tom.

tune in tomorrow to hear about what i refrained from mentioning today…