Sunday was One of Those Special Days...they don't happen often, events just come along like a gust of wind and send you sailing along.
First, I had stayed up way too late obsessively reading blogs until the wee hours (you've never done that, have ya?). I was awakened by the telephone: Ofer from London was in town for a couple of days and wanted to meet for breakfast. That's an Ofer I can never refuse! We agreed to meet at a cafe about half-way between where he's staying and my place...a ten-minute walk for each of us.
By the time we finished breakfast and a bit of gift-shopping, I thought I'd have a chance for a little after lunch nap before the afternoon doctor appointment (nothing wrong, just a regular earwax-cleaning). Once again, e-mail and blogs enticed me away from sleep.
Walking home from the doctor (I walk to my doctor appointment! Aren't you jealous?), I was waiting at a busy corner for a red light to change when a bicycle whizzed around the corner. The rider was wearing a bright blue fleece shirt, just like Neil from Vienna wears. I look up at his face. It is Neil from Vienna! I shout his name, he stops his bike, and we go have a cup of coffee together, to catch up. He's just in town for a couple of days, visiting his mom. Neil works on immigration and refugee rescue matters for HIAS, and has lots of Iranians passing through his office all the time, both Jewish and not.
Walking home from the coffee my cellphone rings. Lisa and Hossein invite me to join them for dinner. I am so pumped with all the socializing and caffeine, so it's easy for me to say "Yes." We walk to and from the restaurant of course.
I realize that the three guys Ofer, Neil, and Hossein, will probably be flying out in their various directions at the same time. We could have a very efficient farewell party at an airport cafe, with me saying goodbye to three birds with one scone.