Pleasant weekend

Highlights

• ( Shabbat dinner out )
  
  
• much Shabbat napping
  
• reading the new Jasper Fforde book, The Big Over Easy, which was fun (I'm left with a question, though: what are "pebble specs"? Does "pebble" refer to color? style? shape of lenses?)
  
• being gifted with an excellent present, an Alice-themed quantum physics book (Someday I really should list all the Alice-y books I have.)
  
• crocheting a forest-green bracelet, using a new stitch successfully
  
• learning a new board game, Vinci

And apropos of nothing, I'll add that I got a notice about a sweepstakes I'll be automagically entered in if I use my bank card as a MasterCard before some day this or next month. First prize is twelve automobiles. Yes, twelve. The mind boggles. Cash? Sure. Car and cash? Sure. Twelve cars, no cash? Er, no thanks. I mean, yeah, there are some people I could give cars to, but the majority of people I know who don't have cars don't want to have cars. Though I suppose it's a nice change to have a sweepstakes which by definition encourages gifts and sharing and such.

Evening commute

I was walking my usual route home from the T. There was a kid (15? 16?) ahead of me, who stopped to do something to a tree. I looked to see what he was doing, and he held up a leaf that had been there. Which lead to conversation: he asked me how old I was. I gave him my standard answer, which is "tell me how old you think I am, and I'll tell you." He said he couldn't tell, because I look young (I do? Well, yay.), but the gray in my hair confused the matter. I said that gray can happen at any age, then answered his question. He muttered something about 16 years younger, which put him in his early 20s (which he did not look, at all). So it was a little bit less disconcerting for him to ask next if I were single. Yes. Why? I didn't quite know how to answer that, so I just said no one had asked me, and left it at that. At which point he said something about how foolish they were, since I was obviously a nice person (? [I mean, based on this conversation?]). So, would I marry him? Er, no. Could he call me sometime? We could be friends... This is not the first time this has happened, and I still haven't figured out a graceful way of saying "I'm sure you're a nice person, but no thanks" without feeling foolish.
A pleasant surprise, though, to be so complimented.