the older i get, the more i'm becoming that grumpy old man who yells at the kids to get off his lawn. case in point: i was at my parents' place today, and i called the cops on a suspicious
looking person hanging around the neighborhood. he had a stack of what looked to be takeout menus in his hands, but it was just the way he slowly moved from house to house that concerned me. he seemed to take an awfully long time at each door, and at point i thought i saw him even trying to open of the doors. i went out and confronted him. "hey, can i ask you something? what're you doing?" i asked. "handing out menus," he said in an european accent, "do you want one?" now even more skeptical, i went back home and immediately called the belmont police. this guy might be totally legit, but i figured better safe than sorry. besides, wearing those yellow pants is a fashion crime in itself.
dinner tonight was goat noodle soup with homemade noodles and homemade sauerkraut. my mother tried to make some stretch noodles but was unsuccessful, so we ended up having these noodle nuggets, which was just as good.
the motorcycle ride to belmont was in the 50's but by the time i returned to cambridge, the temperature had dipped into the 30's. at one point in the late afternoon, it even flurried for a little bit, all while the sun was still out. fortunately i'd anticipated as much and dressed for the occasion. it was still a cold ride and i was glad to finally get home. my upstairs neighbors had slipped me a note, they were on vacation in "south america" for 2 weeks, left a few emergency phone numbers.