damp, busy day

I got to the gym a little before 11, after an annoying interlude in which I waited ten or 15 minutes for a local train, because I didn't want to walk any further than I had to in the rain. It got to 50th Street, stopped, waited a moment, and then the conductor made a short, unclear announcement and the train started again, without the doors ever having opened. If I'd wanted to go to 42nd Street, I'd have stayed on the A.

I had left my water bottle behind on Monday, and given up on it. After deciding I had to have water today, I went back to the locker room, took a dollar out of my wallet to feed into the water/sports drink machine, looked up, and saw my water bottle sitting on top of the coat rack.
( gym numbers )

When I left the gym, it was raining, but not bad, so I took the train down to Canal Street. Wetter, and I was pretty damp by the time I got to Great NY Noodletown. It was a good day for duck congee, which is what I had. I was at a table with a family group, including a young child; an older woman arrived halfway through my congee and was seated next to me. She ordered a big bowl of soup with stuff in it. The child, on her other side, asked his mother what it was, she said soup, and the woman gave him a fish ball. He nibbled it, then played with it. The donor didn't seem to mind.

By then it was sleeting, so I was glad to get on the shuttle train at Grand Street rather than walk to an F station; one stop to Broadway-Lafayette for an F to Brooklyn, and now I've taken the Grand Street Shuttle.

By the time I got to roadnotes and baldanders's home, the rain was changing to snow. They fed me tea and cookies, roadnotes admired my purple hair and I admired her new earring, and we caught up on stuff for a few hours. Coming home, I read my medieval history book. Up here in Inwood, the chain-link fences looked like wickerwork, and I saw someone building an actual snow fort.

damp, busy day

I got to the gym a little before 11, after an annoying interlude in which I waited ten or 15 minutes for a local train, because I didn't want to walk any further than I had to in the rain. It got to 50th Street, stopped, waited a moment, and then the conductor made a short, unclear announcement and the train started again, without the doors ever having opened. If I'd wanted to go to 42nd Street, I'd have stayed on the A.

I had left my water bottle behind on Monday, and given up on it. After deciding I had to have water today, I went back to the locker room, took a dollar out of my wallet to feed into the water/sports drink machine, looked up, and saw my water bottle sitting on top of the coat rack.
( gym numbers )

When I left the gym, it was raining, but not bad, so I took the train down to Canal Street. Wetter, and I was pretty damp by the time I got to Great NY Noodletown. It was a good day for duck congee, which is what I had. I was at a table with a family group, including a young child; an older woman arrived halfway through my congee and was seated next to me. She ordered a big bowl of soup with stuff in it. The child, on her other side, asked his mother what it was, she said soup, and the woman gave him a fish ball. He nibbled it, then played with it. The donor didn't seem to mind.

By then it was sleeting, so I was glad to get on the shuttle train at Grand Street rather than walk to an F station; one stop to Broadway-Lafayette for an F to Brooklyn, and now I've taken the Grand Street Shuttle.

By the time I got to roadnotes and baldanders's home, the rain was changing to snow. They fed me tea and cookies, roadnotes admired my purple hair and I admired her new earring, and we caught up on stuff for a few hours. Coming home, I read my medieval history book. Up here in Inwood, the chain-link fences looked like wickerwork, and I saw someone building an actual snow fort.