Journal of a Sabbatical

December 7, 2000

dining out

Today's Reading: Tall Trees and Far Horizons by Virginia Eifert, Autumn from the Journal of Henry David Thoreau edited by H.G.O. Blake

In an effort to shake myself out of my rut, or at least add some variety to my life, I've been trying different Indian restaurants in Central Square on Thursday nights before my meeting. Last week was India Pavilion, which was OK but not great. This week I picked Ghandi, a small place on Mass Ave.

It was so cold and windy I could feel it through my jacket, gloves, and hat as I walked to the restaurant from my parking spot three blocks away.

The waiter called me sir. Repeatedly.

A mentally ill man told me what I was eating looked good and that I must be rich. Only rich people eat sabzi kofta? Or was it the nan? Gee, it was only plain nan. What if I'd ordered garlic nan or one of the stuffed breads?

Every time the door opened, the whole place froze.

The mentally ill man at the next table talked to himself.

The other weird thing I did today was buy a tree. Not a Xmas tree. A live, real, seedling, which I have no place to plant outdoors. Film at 11.