Five things make a post

[redbird]

Three weeks ago, I wrote "I spoke to the staff at Oath Pizza, that had a sign about having said 'sayonara' to the straw. I pointed out that this is a disability issue. The manager said that they have straws for people who need them, and I suggested that they put up a sign saying so, instead of the one saying they don't, because if I had needed a straw and seen that, I would probably have gone elsewhere instead of asking for one. He allowed as how this was a good idea, but I don't know if they'll act on it." I went in again last week, and the "sayonara" sign was still up, but I didn't have the energy to talk to them about it again. *sigh*

cattitude and I are making progress on planning the move. After setting dates for packing and moving, noticed that the deadline for paying the monthly fee for our storage unit will be the day we're moving, so I went ahead and paid that this afternoon, and am feeling pleasantly organized. (This is one of many things to do, but it is one, and I have done it.)

adrian_turtle and I went to a party this past weekend; there were a few people I already knew, most of whom I said little more than hello to. But I had a nice long conversation with a woman named Masha; bits of conversation with various people, in the drifting-through-things way that can happen at parties; and then talked for a while to gingicat, including a bit about her kids.

Adrian and I took a Lyft home (dropping her off at Porter Square before taking me home); I left my daypack at her place rather than carry it to the party, so yesterday's errands included going to Arlington to retrieve that. Along the way, I stopped at the eye doctor's office to give them back an unopened sample bottle of eye drops that were left from after my cataract surgery. Something that took only a few minutes, as long as I was taking the bus along Mass Ave anyhow, but would have taken an annoying amount of time, for a small errand, if not combined.

Last night Cattitude and I had dinner with his sister Nancy and her husband. We went to Dali, a tapas place someone had recommended at Elizabeth's Christmas dim sum brunch. It was very good, but pricey, more so than I quite expected: that may be partly because we were quite hungry, and perhaps also because, drinking so little myself, I tend to forget about drinks when estimating the price of a meal out. My favorite of the things we had was the gorditas, bacon-wrapped prunes (stuffed with a little bit of cheese and almond); Cattitude and I ordered a second plate of those for dessert, because they tempted me more than anything on the dessert part of the menu. The food and conversation were both good, but I was exhausted even before the end of dinner--and then had a hard time falling asleep last night. (425 Washington Street, Somerville, or maybe Cambridge, depending which map or program you're looking at.)

Comments

[otter]

You planted a seed and others may come along and add water and fertilizer. i hope that manager grows some insight.

[minoanmiss]

This is a much better and kinder way of phrasing this thought than I was about to write, and I enthusiastically second this hope.

[otter]

It was a much better and kinder way than first went through my head, too. My intention is to let Redbird know that what she did is important and enough.

[redbird]

Thank you both; I can think of a next step, but may or may not do it. (In this post-2016 world, there is always more that needs doing, if I had time and spoons.)

[gingicat]

Masha is one of my favorite people.

And it was awesome to see you, and I feel I didn’t listen enough.