#day6task2

This morning, I had probably the most delicious frittata of my life at a local foodie place. And told the guy who made it this. Others, who had also had the frittata, began to join the conversation. They prodded him for the details of how he made it. "It has all sorts of things," he said... "Carrots, celery, spinach, parmesan, almonds, Indian spices... and" - you could tell he was trying to remember more - eventually he just said.... "I don't know. I just made it. Sometimes cooking is about being creative." And soon we were talking about how he should open up a restaurant dedicated to frittatas.

I complimented the girl sitting next to me on my trip back - she had a really pretty scarf on :)

I went to Hi-Rise on Mass Ave to meet a friend for lunch today. I was sitting at a table waiting for my friend to get there, and two women of an age somewhere between my parents and my grandparents came up, looking around for a place to sit. Since all the tables were full, I offered to have them join me. We struck up a nice conversation until my friend arrived. I didn't compliment them per se, but it was an unusual opportunity to interact in a meaningful way with complete strangers.

Today I took a Zumba class at my teacher's house ... Her mother was there -- someone I had never met. This woman has Alzheimer's disease. She joined the class, moving freely around the room to the Latin and Middle Eastern music, disoriented but with a wonderful sense of rhythm. I told her I thought she was a great dancer, and she smiled.