Asakiyume mita

Tim Eriksen relaunched his website and is giving away a Christmas carol. (He gave away one of my all-time favorite carols just a little bit ago--"Oh Sight of Anguish"/Occom's Carol-- but that is no longer available--but this one is, and this one is pretty too).

The carol is Lo How A Rose E'er Blooming"

I am not managing life or human interaction much right now, but I can still note and observe with interest the successful interactions of others.



At the bank, where I was five minutes before closing, a familiar-looking silver-haired man came in with a bunch of tiny presents for all the bank tellers.

(A brief aside. Isn't "teller" an interesting name? Like "gossip" or something. Bank gossips. Bank tattletales. Or maybe more like fortune tellers. If you are making a deposit, your fortune is that you will get richer. If you are making a withdrawal, your fortune is that you will get poorer.)

Anyway, he had packages for the tellers. "Here are some gifts for my favorite ladies," he said. "This is different from what I usually give you. This is named after my favorite drink from [place whose name I can't recall]. It's the best thing you've ever tasted unless you've kissed me." All the tellers laugh. He hands out all the packages, and then some extras for the women who aren't there, and then asks, "Is that everyone?" and when he's assured it is, he sees he has one left over and says, "Oh, swell, then I have a present for my wife too!" More laughter.

I asked the bank teller I was talking to (neither making a deposit nor a withdrawal... my fortune is uncertain) what his last name was, and (re) discovered he's the father of a friend of the tall one.

He knows how to make a splash, that's clear.

And now to eat. More anon.