Man oh man. Please don't think I was forsaking you, although I suppose I was. It's just that yesterday I really didn't think about blogging at all, and then today I had to make final edits to my scene for tonight's show, and I couldn't possibly justify writing in here until I was finished crafting brilliance. But now, brilliance has been crafted, and I'm free to blog away!

But what to blog about?

Hmmm.


Um.


Well, hm.


Gee now.

Hm. Yesterday I watched a woman as she dropped a hundred dollars on the street and kept walking. I and a man with a camera, like a TV camera, picked up the money and he went running after her, "Miss! Miss!" This has made me think about how I have a hunsky at home, just waiting for me to spend it on the perfect thing. It's not really a hunsky, though, so much as its two fiftyskies, but still.

Last night, at the grocery store, I watched as a woman dropped a handful of change on the ground and kept walking. The woman in front of me, the young woman with a backpack that had a cloth pinned to it that read "Bikes Are Better" bent down and picked up the change she could see and sped up to hand it to the woman who sort of laughed in a way that was both embarrassed and dismissive and thanked her.

In the New Yorker article-that-broke-my-soul from the family issue, a woman who doesn't have enough money to eat, much less pay her disconnected phone bill, and is walking through the mall trying to find out if any of the stores she submitted applications to tried calling her for an interview after her phone was disconnected, watches as another woman drops a ten dollar bill on the ground. She picks it up and gives it to the woman, trying to hide the tears in her eyes.

Money. It's falling from pockets.

P.S. Why doesn't the blogger dictionary recognize the words "blog" and "blogger" without manually adding them to it? This is poor planning.