Let it pour, let it pour, let it pour

J. has been the most prodigious shopper this year – he took D. with him on a return trip to the Holiday Market (local craftspeople), while I worked on organizing the gifts I have hidden around the house. Later we paid a hospital visit to his co-worker who was injured while biking home from work a couple of weeks ago (hit by a car), and then we went out for Thai food. Next up: wrapping, I suppose.

While we were in the Thai restaurant, I was intrigued by the two men who came in after we did and sat in the corner – a scruffy-looking older guy, and a much younger guy who didn’t look related to him. They were having a most serious conversation. I thought, if they were related, then this is probably not a happy conversation, but if they’re co-workers, then they’re just getting a handle on some work topic. After a while, most of the other customers left, and suddenly this serious conversation became clearly audible. And it turned out the younger man was a playwright! He was arguing for how he was writing some of his characters. Maybe the older guy was a professor, the director of the company, or a fellow playwright. He was awfully scruffy, though, dressed like the type of backwoods fellow you’d never find in a Thai restaurant. Very Eugene.