When we were about to drive away, our community member H waved goodbye to us enthusiastically. I thought he was trying to get Ming's attention before we left because he needed something, but he was just saying goodbye.
He had never done that before. "Why did H wave to us?" I asked.
"Maybe he knows something we don't," Ming said.
"Maybe there's a bomb in our car," I said. "Maybe he put it there!"
We laughed, but it was strange. I wondered if we were going to die in the car in a terrible wreck.
Ming drove us to Savers so we could drop off a clothes donation. It was fine. As we left the parking lot, he was making a right turn onto Cheyenne, and a car changed into the lane he was about to turn into. I yelled something, and he slammed on the brakes.
I wondered if that was the terrible wreck that was supposed to have killed us, and I averted tragedy. Next up was Marianna's for cheap onions.
As we drove down Cheyenne, there was a young man dressed up in a statue of liberty costume. I guess it's almost tax time. I looked at him, and as we passed, he raised his hand and waved to us. We waved back. He didn't wave to anyone else, just us.
"Well, that's weird," I said. "I guess people are waving to us today."
At Marianna's we found the three pounds for a dollar onions and loaded up a produce bag. I said I wanted cake, so we looked, and there was a bakery. We chose a large piece of tres leches cake with peach sauce on top.
In line, I paid. The guy in line in front of us was wearing a hat and sunglasses and had a beard, so it was impossible to see much of his face.
When we got to the car, I said, "Let's eat the cake now. Do you want some?" Ming did want some, so I took a plastic wrapped spoon out of the glove box. A heart sticker was stuck on it, right in the middle of it.
"How did that sticker get there?" Ming asked.
"I don't know," I said. The heart sticker had been floating around in the glove box and I just hadn't thrown it away.
I would eat a bite or two and pass the cake to him, and he ate a bite or two and passed it back to me. I felt very happy, like we were very close family members, sharing this piece of tres leches cake. "The pleasures of life," I said.
So we drove home, and I was kind of surprised when we got home without a car crash.
Then a little while ago I wanted to take a picture of the vegan Hungarian mushroom soup I'm making, so I took out my phone and saw my bestie had called me. Not the bestie in Santa Barbara but the other one. She never calls me, so I was surprised. I thought she probably dialed me on accident and left a voicemail saying sorry.
But I listened to the voicemail, and it was an actual phone call.
Then I burned the rice, like with actual smoke and not just brown on the bottom but black. I don't think I've ever done that before.