Thursday, August 31, 2006

work has been all consuming. and i was such a big proponent of work/life balance. physician, heal thyself.....

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

i really thought i could take him

dear laura,

so this morning i was walking to work from the bus around 7:15. i was pretty tired, sort of groggy, a little out of it, wished i was at home in bed. i stood at the intersection of burnside and broadway (major thoroughfares) and waited until i had the green light to cross the street. while waiting, a semi-crazy (i wish i could think of a more politically correct word for it, but i can't right now) woman approached me and said:
-i like your shoes.
-thank you.
-ohhhh but i REALLY like comfortable shoes. i REALLY like them you know what i mean?
-yup, i know.

then the light changed to green, so i took a step into the street. she yelled again:

-i REALLY like your shoes!
i turned around and told her thank you again. all of which took about one second. when i turned back around to continue crossing the street, there was this very normal looking man in jeans and a button down shirt right there. i almost ran into him so i backed off and said "excuse me."
-YEAH WHY DON'T YOU WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOIN' LADY.
-what?
-I SAID WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOIN. YOU'RE GONNA GETCHERSELF HIT BY A CAR IF YOU KEEP NOT PAYIN ATTENTION LIKE THAT.
-but the light was green.
-WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOIN!

for some reason, this really ticked me off. i was standing there in the street, pretty much in the largest intersection downtown, staring at this guy with my mouth open and hands in the air. could he seriously be that mean? what on earth is his problem? i crossed the street, almost muttering obscenities....turned around, and he was flailing his own fist in the air yelling something of his own.

yeah, great way to start the day.

much love,
jessi

Thursday, August 10, 2006

wagon wheel

given the choice to download any song i desire, i'm surprised at what genre i gravitate to. guess our roots go much deeper than we imagine they do. as a result, i can't get dogwood flowers or the cumberland gap out of my head tonight. not sure what exactly i'm mourning or romanticizing, but i'm feeling it nonetheless.
go on now....