I can’t believe July is almost over.
I was hoping to have had some time for rest and relaxation. Instead,I am working. I would have liked to spent time working in my garden. It unfortunately looks like the amount of time I have spent on it.I have enjoyed taking the girls down to the bay before, but now, I have to savor having them at the beach once a week.
We had to take Zush to the vet tonight because she has had a GI bug of sorts.Hopefully, the medicine and temporary diet change we are going to have to do will have her feeling better. It is a bittersweet reminder about how short life is, and it needs to be enjoyed.
I am determined that this last month of August will have me actually taking more time to enjoy things.They say you know what you have missed after it has passed you by.
Here’s to stopping the train, getting off, and savoring what’s left of life.
I took a bus down and because it was cold , I got off the bus and made my way to the train platform. I had decided to take a train into town.
There was a little scene going on at the platform: a 30-ish mom with her little 6-year-old boy and she was trying to talk him into wearing her scarf to stay warm.
I was so fortunate to go on the train and who sits across from me from the mother and the young boy. He sat there proudly holding a $10 dollar bill between his fingers to pay the conductor for the fare. We started talking about the boy and I spoke to her of my nephews and their love of trains. I had an actual pleasant start to my day, with pleasant memory triggered by this mom and her boy, for which I thanked them and wished them a merry Christmas, and they did the same to me.
I felt good, for the first time in a long time.
I am climbing on my soapbox again to talk about my daily commute.
Back in my prior life, when we lived two blocks away from the train station, life was sunny. A nice morning train, a brisk walk to work;in short, no worries.
Then our house sold and we moved two miles further from the train.There lies the rub: the bus.
I honestly hate the commute. In order to get into the city I take the bus onto an expressway, where I lose forty-five minutes to an hour one way.It irks me because it is time I’ll never get back again in my life.Traffic usually sucks.If you aren’t entertained by someones’ blow by blow description of how their life is going, how their **fill in the blank here: sex life, date life,third marriage is going, well,I know, I know, read or something** Well, there’s only so much to read or listen to. I refuse to be chained to Verizon and use my hot spot to be on-line. Then, when the bus reaches center city, I get off the bus and wait for a second bus.
Did I mention I hate personal trivial conversations on a cell phone on public transportation?
Fortunately, I hope to God I get through this last stretch before I retire taking public transit. Pretty sad when I get to “treat” myself, thanks to my Flip Fitness class and physical therapy,and walk to the train station to get on a train that spares me the expressway.The indignity is I have to get OFF the train to get back on a bus to get home.
I won’t miss this at all.
In-epta struck again this morning.
I went a few blocks on the bus when a supervisor called the bus driver over. It would appear that he had called the supervisor to tell him he had trouble with a ride mirror on the front of the bus. It was determined that the bus would only go another 10 blocks and stop before going on the expressway.
The driver was soft-spoken,and to everyone getting on the bus he announced how far the bus was going.Great. Except I figured I’d try to get the train. I needed to get to block 9 in 12 minutes and the way this driver was spreading the news, it was hard for me to be patient.
It paid off. I made the train with four minutes to spare….whew!
Whoo-hoo! Septa, the South Eastern Philadelphia Transit Authority, avoided a strike on its’ railroads over the weekend.
President Obama put something into effect that a board, I guess kind of like mediators, that would hear both sides. Worse case scenario? Trains on strike when I am safely tucked in at Undisclosed Deux.
I find it incredible that my union went forever without any wage increases, and the nation-wide temperature toward contract negotiations seemed to have an ” let’s KEEP our jobs” motto. The folks on the train are so special.
Yup.They are so special that they’ll think nothing of raising train fares in a heartbeat for this contract.
…if only my salary went up to cover it.
My nephew Gregory graduates from college today.Actually, today is the college of education ceremony; tomorrow is the “everybody in creation” whole university ceremony. Jim and I consider ourselves fortunate to attend the slightly smaller(lol) affair.
Gregory has worked his way through things and even got through his student teaching and is finally done.We had some good times when I lived back at our first house and would go into town with him occasionally on the train.He even would come in to my office once in a while.I get a lot of compliments about Gregory, which I proudly accept.
Greg is not done, though. He has been accepted by St.Joseph’s University in their master’s program.
I hope he knows how proud we are and how happy we are for him.
He’s a good guy!
It was a long day today.The only break I had ? I managed to catch the early express train home and that was an unexpected surprise,
The trick was, after I came home, to walk the girls, then I came back in to make us a somewhat healthy dinner. After all, I started the day with heat to tweak my metabolism. I went and filet a bone in chicken breast or two.We had a baked sweet potato and mixed vegetables. There has to be some thought to make a “healthy” dinner so I am going to give it a shot.
We’ll see how far this goes.