I've decided to start having Theme Weeks. This week's theme has been, "Talking To Strange Men."

I started Monday, by approaching a man who was standing, looking bewildered, on a street corner. I was headed over to Starbucks and I said, to myself, "That is a man who wants coffee, but can't find it."

Sure enough, he was pathetically grateful to follow me to the caffeine.

Also, I've been talking to men in the elevator. Some of them seem freaked out to be spoken to by a stranger, but most of them seem very pleased.

One attractive man I saw in Starbucks on Monday was there again on Tuesday, so I struck up a conversation about how we had to stop meeting that way. Yes, it's a cliché, but he seemed to enjoy it. Sadly, I haven't seen him since.

Also, as I walk down the street, to and from my daily latte journey or in a quest for lunch, I've been smiling at and/or speaking to almost everyone I can get to meet my eye. Again, most people seem delighted.

I do this especially with the homeless I see regularly. I don't think that just because someone is down and out, they're no longer a human being. (Also! I saw SmilingSam today! I haven't seen him in months! You remember SmilingSam, right? He's the guy I used to see every day who never wanted money or anything, but who just walked down the street, trying to smile at people. Every morning we'd smile and say good morning to each other, and he always looked blissful at that moment of friendly, human contact.)

They put plastic wrap in the floor of one of the elevators again! I danced on the air bubbles twice already this morning.

The first time, I did it in spite of the fact that there were a couple of guys in the elevator with me. I could feel the tension radiating from the back of the one guy, who refused to turn around or acknowledge the noise, but the other guy (I see him around the building frequently) seemed to feel he knew me well enough to mention that he would remember never to hand me a sheet of bubble wrap.

Before we reached my floor, I had the time to tell him about a company I used to work at where, when things got stressful, we used to throw bubble wrap on the floor and dance on it on Friday afternoons.

Possibly I should re-name this the, "Week of Public Weirdness" but I won't. Who knows to what heights (or depths) of weirdness I may soar (or plummet) over the next few months? I should save that title, just in case.

P.S. A few moments ago, I found it necessary to inform Buehler that I was glad we were able to provide complete facilities so he could spend the first four hours of his day wrapping presents.

Just because you own the place doesn't mean I don't expect you to put in a decent day's work from time to time.

P.P.S. I should mention, I'm almost on schedule for the Holiday List below. I mailed my cards and got one shipment mailed. Only three more shipments to mail (they can go Monday) and that laundry and housecleaning to do, and I'm braced prepared for the holidays.

Well, aside from all the shopping I still have to do tomorrow.