Fresh Air

Fresh Air

I got the call while I was out at lunch that she was waiting for me at reception. I took a call from her at my desk, making sure it was convenient for her to visit with me with relative cool. But the closer I got to my office door, the faster my pace quickened to the point where I was running down the hall. I appeared at the door way and we jumped into each other’s arms. We hugged for what seemed to be an hour. The reality of my Sugie being right there all the way from Switzerland and Brazil for the past year dawned on me slowly. I had numbed my sensations in relation to her so I wouldn’t feel the lack of her so much and hurt while she was away. But when we finally did disengage our welcome hug, and took a moment to admire each others newness — tans / lost weight / longer hair — we jumped RIGHT into it. Back to being best friends as if we never lost touch for a moment. We caught up on as much as we could have stories, detals, emotions sensibilities, wants and desires for the future… I told her throughout the conversation how much I missed her and by the time we were done (rather, our time was up) I felt so much lighter, more positive and happier than I had in a while. I was feeling really down until my best friend surprised me with a visit today!

Then to top off the day, I got my teeshirt in the mail!! WHEEEE!!!! Look:

Turned out to be a really good day. Off to spend time with my baby *tee hee*

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Sense of Community

Sense of Community

It’s the last thing that expect to find on a train in New York City. Last time I saw any inkling of it was the days after 9/11 when everyone sat in morbid silence in respect of everyone elses personal thoughts. Men gave up their chairs to women (pretty or otherwise) and elders were given passage to walk / sit. It was nice. It lasted about 2 or 3 weeks. Now the only sense I expect to experience on the train is nausea at the smells that abound or annoyance at people’s lack of respect for someone else’s space to the point that they don’t even say “excuse me” or “sorry” anymore when they elbow you right in the kidneys and now lately the sensation of nervousness that some yahoo will get on the train and decide to blow everything up. Today, amongst all of those sensations was a brief one of community… and genuine caring. As I was thumbing through yet another Bridal Magazine, I heard a few loud snorts coming from the middle of the train car. I tried to crane my neck to see what was happening but found that I was struggling to get past other people’s heads craning to see the same. The entire car was turned inward to know what was happenening and then a man stood up and walked to the other side of the car and took hold of someone whow I guess had fallen onto the floor of the train. I heard mumbles of “Do you need a glass of water?” “Are you Okay?” “Call 911″ “If you get off at the next stop, I’ll wait with you for the paramedics”

From what I can surmise, it must have been a narcoleptic that fell into a deep slumber (where the snorting was coming from was some deep assed snoring) and when the train jolted, he fell into the middle of the car. He swore he was okay, but EVERYONE on the train was concerned for him. And he was riding alone. It’s nice to know that exists still.

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