I’m always on the lookout for interesting people. A few months back, I introduced the girls to the joys and laughs of people watching in an airport. (Parenting perk – having the fun of teaching them how, and then a whole new set of people watching partners.) Figuring out who belongs with who, and how they’re related. Looking closely at faces and extrapolating possible stories. Where are they going, why are they going? We never got to see who was going to pick up the extremely large and tall man with tattoos, dreadlocks, a big beard, and saggy pants. We figured he was probably a gentle soul.
A couple of people around the neighborhood have caught my eye recently.
There is a set of twins who I often see out getting their daily walk. They must be in their 70s, dyed coppery hair (matching), sporty old lady outfits (coordinated), matching strides, walking close together side by side.
I love to see them, it brings a smile to my face every time. I holler out, “There are the twins!” every time we drive by. It bewildered the kids at first, but now they look for the twins as well as for our favorite resident snowy egret.
I like to wonder about these ladies, what it’s like to be twins for so long. Do they have husbands snoozing in armchairs at home? Are they both widowed and enjoying retirement, just the two of them all cozy in their gated community condo? Or maybe they never married and this is just today’s version of an entire lifetime of daily walks.
:: water bottles, requisite
Another set of exercising siblings has caught my eye. Two brothers and a sister (judging from similar features), all young adults, their early 20s, maybe. All quite heavy. Dressed in their t-shirts and cotton shorts, I see them out walking. Always with their water bottles, usually with earbuds. They don’t quite walk together, one walks a little ahead or one lags behind. They have obviously made a pact to exercise together and they’re sticking to it.
I always feel so inspired seeing them, faithfully out for their walk with their ever-present water bottles.. Sometimes I wish I could stop for a minute and pass back to them some of the encouragement they give me.
:: wanted – headband and leg warmers
The house around the corner is getting a redo. A new paint job (pepto bismol meets mud, delightful). A new roof.
I just love seeing the contractor who’s been doing all the work. Big poofy black hair. Usually tamed (or shaped, rather) by an Olivia Newton John headband. Dark skin, way too dark. Usually no shirt, just a pair of shorts and the big boots. Can’t get over the headband. Just needs some leg warmers to make my life complete. I’ll be very sorry when he finishes up work.
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