Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Phones on the El

So on the way home today, I heard half of a conversation on the el.  It wasn't my conversation nor my curiosity that gave me that half.  The half came from the person's loud voice.

These loud conversations can be categorized into a few groups:


  1. Too personal drama loving -  Way too personal and way too dramatic for a public discussion.  Really, don't break up with a guy while riding in a train full of strangers to work.  These conversations usually include cursing and mentioning of body parts or bedroom acts that are best left to the confines of walls.  No one really wants to hear about your love life, but say it out loud on a train and we all know.  
  2. The Uber Busy -  Wow! Life can get full fast, but condense the thoughts and schedule into a neat format and I'm sure there's a app to share it.  These people discuss the minute details of future or past plans with speed and intensity.  Calm down, breathe, and think before you speak.  It is always a pleasure to be in the company of those so important. 
  3. Statement makers -  We are part of your conversation and that's what I had today.  The person was discussing race in Chicago while in a full train and we were the captive audience.  Blanket statements were stated in a loud tone with eyes looking for anyone to become an active participant.  It was more like fishing than anything else. 
But then we all get off the train and head home.  These conversations, while annoying in the moment, become jokes or stories later. 

Thursday, November 1, 2012

The Vet

Charlie went to the vet today for the first time.  He was not impressed.

She said I needed to "train" him to eat cat food. 

Two questions:
What cat doesn't like canned food?
Who can train a cat?

Peer pressure is one thing, but the cat picked me. I did not pick him. Charlie has the job of training me to behave and accept his love and litterbox cleaning. 

Train a cat? I am smarter than to try it. 


Sunday, October 14, 2012

The First Day

It was good to get Charlie...

...
    .....

           ....... maybe I have a few more emotions that "good" about coming home with him.


But now he's home

Monday, October 1, 2012

Charlie at the Vet


Charlie went to the vet today for the first time.  He was not impressed.
She said I needed to "train" him to eat cat food. 
Two questions:
What cat doesn't like canned food?
Who can train a cat?
Peer pressure is one thing, but the cat picked me. I did not pick him. Charlie has the job of training me to behave and accept his love and litterbox cleaning. 
Train a cat? I am smarter than to try it.



Monday, July 16, 2012

Being Good

  Some times, being good requires more effort than others.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Chicago Bipolar Weather Hell

Thursday is predicted to be the hottest weather in 7 year. 


It will be the hottest weather in 7 years - and I bought a jacket on Monday.  This is June, June is a summer month. 


Friday, May 18, 2012

NATO Friday

Fortunately, nothing to post about for me except the hansome Chicago cops.

Monday, April 9, 2012

Crazies in the Crowd

Everyone who takes public transportation in Chicago regularly deals with crazies.  Here are the categories:
Crazy Clothing
Crazy Makeup
Crazy Homeless
Crazy Drunk
Crazy Crazy
Crazy Party Girls
Crazy Party Boys
Crazy Talking on the Phone
Crazy Talking about Personal Issues with a Close Friend in an Enclosed Public Space
Crazy Belligerent

Today, I had the belligerent crazy.  The man kept loudly saying threatening, demeaning, and still a bit passive aggressive statement with surprisingly few curse words toward the first minority in his line of vision.  

 I hope he was actually suffering from a mental illness and not just obnoxious.  There are doctors, strategies, medicines, and facilities for mental illness; assholes have no hope.

And the dear, sweet CTA bus driver has to deal with all of the crazies, including him.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Bus Time

   On the bus, I fantasize about using my time wisely.  The ride to work is about 30-40 minutes and I get nothing done during the time, no reading, no writing, no thinking, and no sleeping.  The only thing I get done is my fantasizing, and mostly it's about using my time wisely.  

Monday, March 19, 2012

Green Water = Irish?

   
    While I found the dyeing of the fountain fun and picture worthy, I don't know how it connects to Irish heritage?  Maybe hundreds of years of history, a depth of culture that includes styles of dance and music, a dialect of English  besides a language of it's own is a bit more than green.

    For all that, a green fountain is still fun.