Day 59
Writing by Sheridan on Friday, 21 of August , 2009 at 8:46 am
Clearly the one-post-a-day thing is not working out for me. It was going well until uni started back and then it fell to the bottom of the priority line, along with general health and fitness and most recreational activities.
Some recreational activities that have been occurring involve our new bikes. The old bike was taken to a nice farm in the ‘country’ to live out it’s final days. The new bike goes like a rocket (even with me on it) and I have successfully shaved about 20 minutes off the ride time to work. Plus I look way cooler. And it is nice to have more than 3 gears. Gears that don’t sound like a boat hitting rocks when you shift. Loving it. Next to buy some appropriate footwear and make the appropriate bike adjustments so the bike and I can become one. Don’t think I’ll do this before Around the Bay since I have to work the day after and will need the use of my legs to do so. Riding amongst a group of non-riders is not the place to not be able to get your feet clear. And I can barely disembark safely as it is (why do we have to be so high off the ground?)
Next semester, apart from not taking this many subjects and subjecting myself to the act of trechery that is full-time work and full-time uni, I shall take one subject only and re-introduce myself to the piano and the social dance class and maybe even the singing lesson. I know a few good teachers…
In more inane news I got off at a station called Glenbervie tonight, instead of the usual station (the one before Glenbervie I imagine, but I wouldn’t swear on a bible). I’ve been a bit out of it all week, kind of like the flu is trying to get in but my body is resisting. I could go on about how ace my immune system is. If I had any energy, that is. Whilst I’m not getting sick, I’m far from ‘well’, as noticed by my stunned colleagues when I failed to eat lunch. Which never happens. In my delirious state I seem to be attracting all kinds of people who are up for a brief chat. It’s the strangest occurrence. And I can’t tell if this is normal or if I am just really tired so I notice more when other people require some input from. Just last night I was trying to shop (failed, though), and the shop assistant went well beyond the usual ‘Hi, blah blah blah’, and just continued into a story about how her boyfriend rode his bike home from work and got mugged and had his bike stolen. How do you respond to that? What did she want me to say? ‘That’s no good – do you have this in a 10?’
Then there was the lady on the train yesterday morning. I was just standing there, staring at my shoes, trying not to cry from pure exhaustion when a lady with a large pram (baby enclosed) and a small girl squeezed in. Although the lady didn’t look particularly out of control or frenzied, it was obvious that it was difficult for her to manouvre the pram and mind the toddler in a packed-out train with nothing to grasp onto. At each stop she was unable to move out of the way and was forced to constantly apologise to busy and important commuters as they rushed by to get to work. The small child looked positively terrified by the sheer amount of people passing by. I felt quite bad but I’m not sure why and there was nothing I could do. Eventually my station (or one very similar to it) rolled along and she got out in front of me, and then turned to me and asked me where the exit for the Eye and Ear Hospital was. It was as if the universe had interpreted my desire to be of assistance and thrown me a bone! And yes – I walk right in front of the Eye and Ear Hospital on my way to work, hence I could practically escort her to the door if necessary. However, since I don’t even know where the lift is at the station, nor where it goes to (apart from up, obviously), I was very little help. But we did then proceed to have a little chat about stations, mainly, all the time with me trying to be of at least some small speck of help.
And finally, the guy in the lift in my apartment building this morning. I go in lifts a lot, and normal protocol is eyes ahead, no talking, unless you’re with a group of people you know. Well, this guy had not received the protocol. I was in gym clothing and had not showered (yet), so birds may well have been nesting in my hair. Along with mushrooms. But no worries. This guy enters in his very nice suit, does this massive smile and says hello and enquires about my health and general disposition. He appraises me in an acceptable fashion and then asks which gym I’m going to. Turns out he goes to the same place and is very keen to have a chat about it, launching into a conversation that was clearly not intended to be finished in the confines of the elevator. But as we get out, I wind it up and slow my walk so he continues ahead in front of me (making me late, but what can you do?)
So all in all, it’s been a strange week, for most of which I have been delusional from:
*lack of sleep from my stupid bum and it’s muscular issues (why can’t it be my leg or something?);
*worrying that I won’t know what to say to the next stranger that strikes up a convo;
*obsessing about how I might pass any subjects this semester (and generally what I’m doing at uni and why).
Until next week (or the one after) xxx
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