Good SamaritanThis morning as I walked to the bus stop, I saw a man on the southbound side of Quebec Street, where no bus stops in the morning and where one limited route drops off passengers (like me) in the afternoon. I've never seen anyone get on there. I thought he might be waiting for a carpool ride, so I asked if he was indeed waiting for a bus. He was. To go downtown? Yes. So he came along with me to the right stop, on the westbound side of Mississippi. A bus newbie.
LunchI walked out at lunch with two coworkers, one of whom walked to walk and the other of whom needed to drop off a passport application at the big post office. I only needed to go to the regular, smaller post office, so I left them when we got to it, but my errand didn't take as long as I thought so I caught them up--I walk fast and one of the others walks slowly--in a few blocks. I never know about that; would they have been willing to wait while I did my errand, as I proceeded to wait at the larger post office? Was it rude of me to assume they wouldn't? I suppose I don't expect other people should wait for me, although I don't mind waiting for them. Sometimes.
Later it occurred to me that I was the rude one, skipping out earlier to go to the closer Post Office, as if by accompanying them I wouldn't've been able to accomplish my errand at the bigger one. Anyway, I caught them up again.
Eventually we bought sandwiches from a place called Pressto. Its sandwiches are hotted up in a mangler or something, pressed in a grill. I like getting a hot sandwich that's not huge or con carne (carni?). Today I got a Farmer's Market: grilled vegetables and Gruyere. My favorite thus far is the Aubergine, which has goat cheese with its eggplant. Yummy.
Exercise and TelevisionI got back on the Nordic Track for the first time since Wednesday. I did 5.2 miles, but it took me 50 minutes to do it. When I got home my current tape had run out in the middle of "Northern Exposure, so I watched most of the four o'clock broadcast of the same, twice-daily episode (instead of immediately working out while watching the tape). I decided if I hadn't seen today's "My So-Called Life" I would try to work out watching it or, if I had, yesterday's "Northern Exposure." I hadn't seen it, but clearly on-air MTV shows aren't as good work-out fodder as taped A&E shows. Commercials and all. When I realized I wasn't even going to approach 3.5 miles in 30 minutes, which I have been easily topping in recent workouts, I decided to go for longer and decide that with the slacker speed I had been cleverly pacing myself. So I Nordic Tracked during most of "My So-Called Life." If I'm going to watch television anyway..., says the logic.
Everything is a day behind: usually I work out on Mondays after the weekend off (walking isn't working out) and then do laundry, and Tuesday write to DEW; but yesterday I continued my weekend do-nothings and today worked out, did laundry, and didn't write to DEW.
Blake seems to be adjusting to flight. Tonight when RDC's sneeze startled him, he leapt off his playpen, flew through the kitchen, across the hall, into the bathroom (where the toilet lid is always down), maneuvered a U-turn to avoid landing in the bathtub, and ended where he started from. Because if he landed there, he thought he'd be stuck there until rescued. Flying as a means of locomotion still doesn't occur to him. It's still an unexpected effect of minor fluttering.
Right now he's standing on the chair seat next to my feet (I continue to resist sitting "like a lady" or even "like a grown-up") preening, lifting up one gristle-foot to gnaw on his underbelly, and being, as usual, endearingly cute.
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