Month: February 2019

I found a cat outside my apartment door. I don’t know whose it is, or if it has a home. No name tag either. I held my hand out and it started purring and rubbing its head against my knuckles. And when I opened the door it walked inside.

Then it went over to my neighbor’s door. They have a straw doormat — great for scratching the hard-to-reach places.

Now I can’t stop thinking about cats. Each time I return to the apartment I wish it were back to greet me. I even stocked up on canned fish from Trader Joe’s. Herring for me, tuna for the cat.

Sebastian from the Milpitas BevMo! makes that same joke every Saturday when I show him my driver’s license to buy beer. I say “cub scouts” each time. It’s like Groundhog Day, except the script ends once I say farewell and walk out the door with the liquid bread.

The Salt & Straw ice cream store in Palo Alto has lines out the door. But if you stroll in fifteen minutes before closing you can avoid all that traffic, and sample whatever fancy flavors they have without feeling rushed. Sometimes I walk by just to smell the sweet waffle cones.

If you were there today, you’d have seen Valentine’s Day couples pecking at their cones and then at each other.

I was about to sleep last night when my dear college roommate sends me this message:

Snow doesn’t come to the Bay Area often. One whiff of a breeze and people start breaking out their fleece jackets.

The game plan: wake up at 4 AM, meet somewhere up Page Mill Road at 5:30 AM, and enjoy the California snow before driving back down the hill to work in Mountain View.

We took different routes and got stuck on opposite ends of a road enclosure. Whoops. Back to the offices we went after our morning adventure, as if it were any other regular day.

(Happy lunar new year, too!)