Finally

After not seeing her in over a year and a half, I can say that I'm officially moving on. But I'm moving forward without a very large part of my heart.

It feels like she left all over again.

Over tech

Rather large dude next to me watching Burn Notice on his laptop, while browsing amazon for weed wackers on his iPad which is lying on his keyboard.

Dude needs to unplug, says the guy blogging from his phone.

I am a proud hypocrite.

Mondee

Here we go again. Let's see how this week treats me.
Got a seat on the train, but the woman next to me looks like she hates the universe.
I'd tell her she has deep frown lines at a young age, but it is too late and they would just run deeper.

Pain

There comes a time when no matter the pain, if you have it long enough you barely notice it until someone points it out.

This is true with the body and mind. For instance, how many days, months or years can you wake with a broken heart before you are just used to it?

Boom

Pay day. Friday. Perfect timing on arriving at the train platform as it pulled up.
Crazy busy morning ahead with three appointments and an intense meeting before lunch. Hopefully smooth sailing after that. *fingers crossed*

Delayed

Missed my packed 5:03 train by seconds. Doors closed without me! I was all bummed but then another came two minutes later with only half the seats used. Now I can relax the ride home. Nice.

Workout

Today's fun was the train pulling up before I was even in the parking spot.
It was stop, park, grab lunch, and ruuuuun across the parking lot at full speed.
Best part was an old lady who witnessed the whole thing. Her applause as I barreled onto the train was near-Olympic.

Daily

I don't recall the last day that was a solid commute both ways. Always some delay.

Today: someone lost their kid on the train. A sad event indeed that would scare me to death were I a parent. But I don't fault them but just the situation.

Every day! Something new conspiring!

Hearing

It's difficult to find a metaphor for something you can't describe in actuality. There is a sustained high pitched sound, like a recording of the ocean played back at the wrong speed.
I hear the train long before I see it as I approach the platform. Today is pretty nice and clear, so I heard it the moment I stepped from my car.
Gave me about 30 seconds to run probably 100 yards.
Oof.

Lesson

Cute. Young 21 year old girl teaching you 21 year old boy sign language. So adorable their interaction.

Makes me miss those days. Youth was good.

Chief

President Obama is in town. I sense my ride home is going to be tragically shitty due to service interruptions. His motorcade will do fantastic things to the tragic flow here.
Yay?!

Trade off.

In the last year of work, I have been stuck in traffic once. That was one of the four times I drove in for some random reason.
As much as I bitch about delays, smelly people, and ignorant dicks, I have to say that just being able to watch a movie, read a book, or bitch about said-dicks is a decent trade.

Painter

Hey, extra loud house painter guy, I bet the guy on the other end of that phone call is just as annoyed at your yelling tone as the rest of us are. Aren't cell phones neato!

You are saying nice things - friendly things - in the voice of a killer. You are quite the puzzle.

Tunnel ahead! You will lose signal thankfully, but assume you will call them back when you emerge.

I don't like you, old crazy house-painting guy.

Sandy

Sand in the City! Man this is cool. Pioneer Square has a few tons of sand in the middle of the city and people are doing giant sculptures. Neato.

Also lots of people waiting for the Train here. Thankfully my new "get a seat" tactic worked again!

Just saw some dildo with a sharpie putting his tag on a Willamette Week newspaper box. I hope he has something awful happen to him.

Special place in my heart for hating vandals.

Amazed

Between kindles and phones, you would think this train were a mobile library. I expect any noise to be greeted with a terse, "shhh."

One guy just apologized for coughing.
Strangeness abounds.

Tentative

Hooray briefly. Was able to catch a train barely seconds before it passed away. And! I got an actual bonafide seat.

Now watch us break down.

Tech

So much technology on board today. Everyone, too, not just a few. Laptops, iPads, kindles and phones. The world is engrossed.
I crave toast.

Each

Very productive work day. Going home to be less than productive. Need to learn some good improv techniques for this Sunday's jam.
Train so far has been pretty good ride: a rarity for the them these days.

Bloody Murder

Impressive the children behind me about 15 feet. They are yelling, screaming and crying. Lady barely has them under control.
Screaming and shouting.
This mother is overwhelmed and ineffective. I might have sympathy if it weren't for her having four of them.
And we are all collectively the bad guy for looking at her as our ears bleed into a communal pool.

Most impressive is my ability to hear this over my music: which is metal turned all the way up.

The guy next to me took out his hearing aids and said he still hears them and only them.

Birth Control at its finest.

Justice

Sweet justice is the four foul-mouthed, drunk street kids getting fined for non-payment on their stop.
If they stayed on and went one more stop and came back, or were on the other end of the train, they would have been okay.
They even saw the inspectors and still got off.

Ahh stupidity.

Hearing aid

I'm not saying old people shouldn't own technology, but if you sit on the train yelling, "hello! hello!" on your phone, perhaps you should consult your audiologist.

Chilly

AC on the train, so cool. Glad I'm not stuck in traffic.

And thanks to Jon's advice of the other stop, I get a seat almost every day now instead of standing up.

Bananas

People, you really need to stop with the bananas in enclosed public spaces. We are all trapped in this little metal tube, and your breakfast is pungent and invasive.

Stop it!

Gorgeous

Summer starts July 5th. Nobody but the locals believe you.
Can't wait to get home and just relaaaaax.

Traaaaiiinnns

Morning riders look like zombies to me sometimes. They may not smell like rotting flesh, but the dead gaze and slobbering is there.

Due to federal bank rules, no super long weekend for me. Just the 4th. Wee.

Rage

Some people need to dial down their inside voice volume a few (dozen) decibels.

And it mainly seems to be women, which is odd since men are naturally louder due to physics.

New rule

If I miss my trains on a Monday, I should get the rest of the day off from work.
Stupid snooze button.

At least the 7:15 is much less populated than the 7:05 and 7:11 ones.

But I get a feeling all these people missed the train, too.