this morning i was power-sanding some shelves in the backyard for a couple hours. the old, old chinese lady who lives next door kept walking outside & looking at me sanding, & smiling at me.
i am wary of the old, old chinese couple who live next door because when we moved in, they spent the entire afternoon watching us heave & haul in our huge belongings. they just stood there at the front door, peering out the window through the held-back-slightly curtain, like in a bad but vaguely scary movie.
i suppose i am wary of them because they appeared wary of us.
i am reading wicked: the life and times of the wicked witch of the west by gregory maguire. you should read it, too.
