I kept myself very busy this past rainy
damp weekend doing chores. Sadly, my
beloved has been under the weather since Friday. He’s suffering with aches,
pains, an irritating cough, and he’s feverish.
I had a weekend where I felt I accomplished
something. I moved my body, I listened to music, cleaned and disinfected,
wiped, swept, laundered and folded. Not having kids, I have the luxury of
sleeping when I want for as long or as late as I want. At times, I need the power sleep, the long
uninterrupted dream filled slumber. At other times, I wake up & think, what happened and feel as though my day
has been lost. I always feel better when I am productive. I capped off my two
days of domesticity with a soak in the tub and an early night to bed.
Today started off better than most. I woke up 5 minutes before my alarm. I love
that. I hate waking up to the harsh beeping. Unless I’ve had a bad night, I am able to be
roused when I hear the faint click that sounds right before my alarm goes off.
I prefer that as I fear my neighbors can hear my alarm. Why I fear this I do
not know. I have never heard any of my neighbor’s alarm clocks in any apartment
that I’ve ever lived. Ever. The worst is when I’ve hit snooze and gone into the
shower. I hear it go off and Adam, who is an arms length away can’t hear it. Once
I counted 14 beeps before he rolled over and turned it off.
I left home at 6:45am and daylight savings
time has another 10 days or so before it is in all its glory to make it so that
the sun rises just before I leave home. Today the sunrise was at 6:59am. There
is nothing more depressing than leaving home and arriving at work in the dark.
My day took a turn at 6:50am when I stepped
into the subway train. There were
approximately 8 people riding this morning, plus one. One creepy one. He was
standing. Not only was he standing, he was pacing. He made me nervous from the
get go. I’m surprised I didn’t get off at the next station and wait for the
next train. He was white, 5’11, 170lbs,
dark blonde hair, blue eyes, with Daniel Craig’s coloring/complexion. He was
wearing black slip on loafers with tassels, dark pants and a black leather coat
with a collar that looked like the inside of a sheepskin coat. He was not
carrying a briefcase or a bag. If given the opportunity I could pick him out of
a lineup with no hesitation. I had 4
station stops to covertly observe him and make mental notes. I’m good with
details like that. If I focus and make
an effort to remember, it’s locked in.
I did an exercise at a work training
program a few years back where I was told to look at a picture for 2 minutes.
That was the only instruction. It was an intersection in a typical small village
with people and cars and bikes and pets and storefronts. After 2 minutes I was
told that I would have to tell someone what was on the photo. They were then going to have to tell someone
what I told them. I was the only one who saw the photo. An adult photo based
broken telephone. I can still tell you
to this day the details about that picture. But back to the creepy guy on the subway.
I will say that I do not feel that this was
someone who suffered from a mental illness.
I have seen plenty of people like that, in distress or off their meds,
and this was not like that. This was
someone who looked, for really lack of my ability to say it any other way;
iniquitous. At each stop he’d step up to
a door like he was going to exit, then he didn’t. It’s like he was looking
through the window to the adjoining car and shaking his head no. Pardon my french, but seriously, was he
fucking with me? Did he notice how
uncomfortable he was making me?
When we pulled into the last station, I was
wondering if he was going to actually get off.
He did. He bolted. I exited the
train next to a woman my age and asked her if she noticed him. She said no.
I explained how he was pacing and made me uncomfortable. Her response was, “We can’t trust people nowadays
because the world is full of crazy.” I arrived at work safe and sound, just a
bit spooked and asking myself if I’ve watched too many movies!
