I had a nice chat with the guy who drove me home in the shuttle. He was from a town near where my first wife was from in the Philippines, so we talked about Filipino stuff, and about the half built mall that is between my house and the dealership.
The mall has been half built ever since the great recession, when the company building it went belly up. It's been owned by the Howard Hughes Company for a while now, but all they have done is put up a sign every year saying it would be opening late the next year. Now there is an indian casino going in next door, and I expect that will be the impetus for them finishing the mall, late next year.
After I got home, I noticed that the cats were looking intently out the window at something, so I joined them. It was a cat that seems to enjoy hanging out in our back yard. I've seen her a few times before. She must come around pretty often, because the cats don't freak out--they just look.
When the cat saw me she started meowing, so I went out to see what was up. She's a pretty cat, and looks well-fed and well-kept. She meowed at me a big and I talked back. She came over and I petted her for a bit. I went back in and got her a few cat crunchies, which she seemed to appreciate. I took a couple of pictures.
I wrote a post in our neighborhood site asking if it was anyone's cat, because I wanted to make sure it had a good home. A while later a guy responded and said it was his ex-wife's cat, and he would tell her. She responded shortly thereafter and said she lived three doors down from me. The cat's name is Gemma, and she likes to wander the neighborhood. She won't wear a collar, but she's chipped and up on her shots, etc.
Gemma enjoying a cat treat.
I mostly love our neighborhood site. It is a great way for our community to connect for things like this, and to stay informed about what is going on. There are a fair number of arguments about some things, but it is mostly the same players doing the arguing, and it is fairly easy to ignore them.
One of the more distressing post recently was put up by a woman who had noticed some homeless people around and wondered why no one had done anything to get rid off them. The responses were mixed between people expressing compassion for their plight, and others who saw them as nothing more than trash that needed to be removed. One of the worst things about social media, in my opinion, is having the heartlessness of some people not only exposed, but celebrated. Don't get me started.
I was looking at a picture on Facebook posted by my wife's cousin in the village of her and her sister in front of their parents' house. It was captioned in Thai, and Facebook provided a handy "translate this" button. So I pushed it, and it translated, "Our sister's sister is a birthmark". I love the translate function.
I put on the B52's first album when I made the previous post, and am still listening to it. What a great first album. It came out in 1979, and I remember listening to it a lot when I was living in Los Angeles. Still sounds fresh and unique.