reading...
It's been a few days since my last bitching-session. mainly because my commute has been decent. Why is it that we are so often compelled to speak out or write as a result of terrible events?
I remember last week's commute home. It was Thursday, and I got off early because I was getting married the next day. I meant to write on the exhilaration of leaving work early, hopping on the train in off-hours, and how FUN it is to know you are making stops along the way.... I got on at Herald Square, off at Union Square.... hit a few stores (including the Warehouse Wines & Spirits - SO cheap:), then hopped back on to go home and decorate. Great spirits, shopping... the commute wasn't a thought in my head:)
This week the trains seems to be running well. In the morning I've been able to easily catch a transfer to an express train. I've also been really caught up in a book I've been wanting to read for awhile: IBM and the Holocaust.... RIVETING, let me tell you.
Still, it was 8º yesterday, and I was running very late, which I hate.... late because I was SICK and afraid to get out of bed into the freezing house that hadn't been heated in three days (since the cold spell began), then it took me forever to get dressed, trying to figure out what the warmest combination of layers would be. I was so dizzy from hardly being able to breath (and the medicine I took) that the subway ride was rough. Just standing was a challenge. Did try reading, but that made me nauseous.... and I got a crick in my neck because a big book is difficult to hold up in front of your face when you are reading! (kind of rude to the other people too). The commute home I just passed out, which was lovely, especially waking up to find my transfer train waiting for me.
Today I got a seat (really glad I got to sit because I have cramps:). Getting a seat makes such a difference. I got to read my magazine all the way into the city. We were held at Atlantic for some time (a medical emergency at the Canal, the next stop - same stop where the guy had an epileptic seizure the other day...weird), but I just got to sit and lose myself in my Time Out NY that I love so much and tried not to feel the frustration of the other passengers (the frustration so often overwhelms me). Got to work, the weather is a few degrees warmer today, and I get to go home to my husband tonight.
I remember last week's commute home. It was Thursday, and I got off early because I was getting married the next day. I meant to write on the exhilaration of leaving work early, hopping on the train in off-hours, and how FUN it is to know you are making stops along the way.... I got on at Herald Square, off at Union Square.... hit a few stores (including the Warehouse Wines & Spirits - SO cheap:), then hopped back on to go home and decorate. Great spirits, shopping... the commute wasn't a thought in my head:)
This week the trains seems to be running well. In the morning I've been able to easily catch a transfer to an express train. I've also been really caught up in a book I've been wanting to read for awhile: IBM and the Holocaust.... RIVETING, let me tell you.
Still, it was 8º yesterday, and I was running very late, which I hate.... late because I was SICK and afraid to get out of bed into the freezing house that hadn't been heated in three days (since the cold spell began), then it took me forever to get dressed, trying to figure out what the warmest combination of layers would be. I was so dizzy from hardly being able to breath (and the medicine I took) that the subway ride was rough. Just standing was a challenge. Did try reading, but that made me nauseous.... and I got a crick in my neck because a big book is difficult to hold up in front of your face when you are reading! (kind of rude to the other people too). The commute home I just passed out, which was lovely, especially waking up to find my transfer train waiting for me.
Today I got a seat (really glad I got to sit because I have cramps:). Getting a seat makes such a difference. I got to read my magazine all the way into the city. We were held at Atlantic for some time (a medical emergency at the Canal, the next stop - same stop where the guy had an epileptic seizure the other day...weird), but I just got to sit and lose myself in my Time Out NY that I love so much and tried not to feel the frustration of the other passengers (the frustration so often overwhelms me). Got to work, the weather is a few degrees warmer today, and I get to go home to my husband tonight.