bus lament
thinking more about the bus, this morning, as i chewed my coffee and stared out the window at the remarkable landscape. i have had a very short bus career. since i lived fairly close to both my grade school and my junior high school, i walked instead of bused. in high school, i got to ride the school bus for the first time, and it was always slightly nerve-wracking for me. even now, i get all jiggly and adrenalined, anticipating my stop. i think it comes from taking the train lo those many years, between erie, pennsylvania, and chicago, illinois, where erie was one end-point and chicago the other; you couldn’t goof that up, really. and now because of my ultra-efficient bus, i don’t even have an excuse to ride the muni metro. a damn shame, too, because...
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someone wrote MASTER in huge pink letters across a master document that is photocopied fairly frequently. so we have to print out a new master. i plan on writing DO NOT WRITE MASTER ON THIS as soon as it jets out of the xerox. i ate my sammich and banana on a rooftop today, in the sunshine, and read more of black wine by candas jane dorsey, one of my christmas gifts from mish. dorsey’s story is so absorbing that the lunch-hour flew past and i hustled back with gestures and phrases still swirling around my head. tonight, more cleaning out of the old place. chad is waiting on the cable-guy as we speak, so here’s hoping we watch “star trek: voyager” tonight!
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what’s the last song you could not get out of your head? “super freak” and i’m not afraid to say it, i enjoyed it being stuck for about the first three days. but there’s only so many variations of she’s a super freak, super freak, she’s super-freaky that i can sing. what’s for lunch? a homemade sammich: turkey and muenster cheese on white bread, light mayo. a banana. bottled water. i was going to try and eat on the way to sfmoma because today is free-day and i want to see the magritte exhibit, but i only have an hour for lunch and i would rather drag sarah along when we can spend a bit more time, now that she’s agreed to go with me. heh heh heh. can dogs barking fly without umbrellas? not today. (double-points...
Read Morekitchenette
it occurred to me, as we are in the midst of this messy-as-hell move, how much i miss bea and shae. they helped us out so much during our last major move, from birmingham to san francisco, and unpacking the kitchen stuff last night reminded me sharply of that time. finland is so far away. i’m comforted by the fact that they are doing so well, and that together with tony and the assorted cats they are one big happy family. queasy, my coffeemaker, is content in its new home. it produced a nice thick pot of extra-strong coffee this morning, which i am still nursing: the soup that eats like a meal.
Read Moremove this
i am tired of moving. granted, it doesn’t take much for me to be tired of things involving manual labor, but i am still tired. chad is the moving cheerleader, ringmaster, ringleader, cheermaster, stairmaster, whatever. he is the person who chimes supportively, “only eighty-five more boxes to go!” and “lift that box! tote that box!” i am the person who whines, “what do you mean, eighty-five more to go?!” regardless, we got a lot done last night. the bulk of the kitchen (read: appliances, dishes, silverware, foodstuffs) is now in place. as my reward, i had kraft easymac for dinner! and chad and i just had to make sure the dvd player was hooked up right, so we watched “the sixth sense” too. what a wonderful movie,...
Read Moregood morning
i caught the right bus this morning, the 6:48, yes i abso-diddly-did. it is a lovely, spring-clear day in marin county, and i remembered to sit on the east side of the bus so i could catch that first, bursting glimpse of the city as we hurtled around the curve past sausalito. hustling cheerily along, we were treated with a cloud-drenched outline of alcatraz, and of course the orangey-red pikes of the bridge. (which bridge? the bridge.)
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