People

I think people are fascinating. However I've never quite understood what you are supposed to do with them.
At the bus stop there are a man and a woman with a small child (makes me miss children and grandchildren). The man speaks Hebrew and Russian and the woman speaks Hebrew and English, and the child understands all three.
Always a few interesting characters on the bus. A woman with two hu-u-ge bags of popcorn. Another woman with a long-handled squeegie. Then there's an intense-looking young woman dressed conservatively and chewing gum vigorously. And a man wearing silver-studded black clothes and air-shoes with lavendar soles-- reminds me a bit of those cars that have lights underneath that shine down on the pavement.
Then there's a man with an unforgettable face who looks like the younger taller brother of the unforgettable face I saw yesterday.
The woman behind me I think is planning a family get-together and I catch the words "my daughter," "my brother", "my sister," "her husband."
Besides Hebrew I often hear Russian and French and Spanish. I wish I knew more languages, but if I did it wouldn't help me communicate, it would just make me a better eavesdro.... excuse me... listener.
My favorite character is a man who wanders the neighborhood humming to himself--if you can call it humming. I think he lives in a home for the retarded though I doubt that he himself is retarded. He is very small and has a crooked back and is so thin he has to hold his pants up. He wanders slowly around several blocks. I think he is really cool.
Then there is a man whom I have seen more than once wearing bright turquoise trousers and sandals with light green socks. It just so happens that I love combinations of blue and green.
Next door there is a small child that I hear once every day. He knows one word-- "Marn! Marn!" which is what he says every time he comes out the door with his family. ("Marn" is two-year-old's English for "Mine.") I'll be glad when he learns another word.
Well, anyway.