We don’t know all the neighbors on our corridor very well. But we have been observing Naomi. She is a very tiny 90-year old who goes out every day, no matter what the temperature. She’s bundled up like an Eskimo in the winter and under a big hat in the summer. We hear classical music coming from her condo, and rumor has it that she was a wonderful classics professor. She walked 2.1 miles each way to Boston University every day.
Peter talked to her at our condo’s community cookout last week and offered to help her with her computer. He spent about a half hour with her the next day. He was unable to help her deal with her 20,000 unread emails! They agreed that she needed to go to the Apple Genius Bar.
On Wednesday, Naomi and I were waiting for the elevator together and we chatted about the hot day and then she asked, “Is that man you live with your father or your husband?”
I discussed this with Peter. We’re not sure whether I look young or he looks old. Maybe both. I still grin when I think about it.
Peter thinks Naomi needs to get her eyes examined.