Dong xi (things)

I got home last night at the same time one of our next-door neighbors did. We small-talked and then she dropped her cellphone, which promptly broke open. She gasped and didn't say a single word until she got it back together. In the meantime, I was trying to find my keys, and getting annoyed at how all the stuff I had in there (including some new purchases from that day) were obstructing my search. I realized, as I watched her intensity and care as she fixed her phone, that her cellphone was her world. Contacts, all that kind of important stuff in there, plus they're kinda spendy. I could replace mine more easily than she could replace hers, probably, and my big irritation was that all my stuff was getting in my way of getting inside. The squeaking of my new items at the same time as her phone making funky noises was sort of poetic to me. This might not sound so huge, and it wasn't really. Just another daily perpective checker.

And by the way: Louis is gonna shovel our snow (it's about 65 today) and all we have to give him is 2 cookies. And maybe some hot chocolate. He showed us yesterday some dancing that looked more rag-time than hip-hop. Don't mess with Louis.