I head to the basement to throw out the garbage and I run into Antonio, who is talking to a woman. He sees that I’m carrying quite a bit and kindle helps me carry it the rest of the way and sort out the recycling.
I was up cooking late last night, which has been a recipe for exhaustion today. It makes me consider a stop at Dunkin’ Donuts, though I’ve managed to be entirely caffeine free for almost three weeks.
On platform I see Estie K. When the train arrives it’s half empty, and I realize that trains are the opposite of cups. Half empty is the optimistic viewpoint.
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Thursday, March 11
Memory Lane
With a significant amount of garbage to get rid of, I head down to the basement and see Antonio when I get there. I make the drop and as I get back into the elevator in run into Judy R. She tries, almost unsuccessfully, to squeeze a double wide stroller out through its doors.
On 186th street, I see the wife of a local Rabbi who has randomly friended me on Facebook. We don’t say hello as I pass her.
I drop my tax return in the mail at the corner and make it the rest of the way to the platform and on to the next train. It’s pretty late and the subway is hardly crowded. A blonde woman next to me is working on a crossword puzzle clipped from the paper, leaning on a textbook about corporate finance. On the opposite side a father is reading his daughter a book "face to face with cheetahs" and they discuss the amazing eyes of the cheetah. This thought - a discussion of feline eyes - brings back memories of someone I used to know a long time ago.
On 186th street, I see the wife of a local Rabbi who has randomly friended me on Facebook. We don’t say hello as I pass her.
I drop my tax return in the mail at the corner and make it the rest of the way to the platform and on to the next train. It’s pretty late and the subway is hardly crowded. A blonde woman next to me is working on a crossword puzzle clipped from the paper, leaning on a textbook about corporate finance. On the opposite side a father is reading his daughter a book "face to face with cheetahs" and they discuss the amazing eyes of the cheetah. This thought - a discussion of feline eyes - brings back memories of someone I used to know a long time ago.
Tuesday, March 9
Selling Point
One of my neighbors, riding down with me in elevator, asks if I know any Java programmers but it’s unclear if he is asking about an open position that is available or someone who can fill an open position. Either way I don’t.
I get out on the basement level and Willie, the building super, gets in. I quickly mention that the faucet in my tub is still leaking a bit. In the courtyard I bump in Antonio, and then walk to the laundromat. On my way in, I notice Rabbi S. at the nearby bus stop. On my way out, after dropping off the laundry, I see that he is gone. Another bus is arriving though, and I take it to 184th street.
Josh S. leaves his building on 184th and I follow behind as he walks towards the subway. The A.M. New York Lady is no longer at the station, replaced by a more mild-mannered distributor (can you call them salespeople if the paper is free?).
I am still behind Josh when I reach the stairs. He tosses something into the garbage, and then I lose him on the platform. David M. is also here on the platform.
Nearby I spot a young woman in a gray wool coat, a black skirt, and attractive boots. Her hair is auburn and contrasts with fantastically bright green eyes. She is an Orthodox Jew, saying her morning prayers and swaying gently back and forth as she recites the words.
An announcement is made about the next train just as a drop of water from the leaky ceiling lands on my pinky. I get on the train when it arrives and at 175th a former coworker of mine, from years ago, boards the same car as me. I pretend not to recognize him, as he is probably doing the same and too far away to speak to in any case. At 59th I switch to the B train, and see Scott S.
I get out on the basement level and Willie, the building super, gets in. I quickly mention that the faucet in my tub is still leaking a bit. In the courtyard I bump in Antonio, and then walk to the laundromat. On my way in, I notice Rabbi S. at the nearby bus stop. On my way out, after dropping off the laundry, I see that he is gone. Another bus is arriving though, and I take it to 184th street.
Josh S. leaves his building on 184th and I follow behind as he walks towards the subway. The A.M. New York Lady is no longer at the station, replaced by a more mild-mannered distributor (can you call them salespeople if the paper is free?).
I am still behind Josh when I reach the stairs. He tosses something into the garbage, and then I lose him on the platform. David M. is also here on the platform.
Nearby I spot a young woman in a gray wool coat, a black skirt, and attractive boots. Her hair is auburn and contrasts with fantastically bright green eyes. She is an Orthodox Jew, saying her morning prayers and swaying gently back and forth as she recites the words.
An announcement is made about the next train just as a drop of water from the leaky ceiling lands on my pinky. I get on the train when it arrives and at 175th a former coworker of mine, from years ago, boards the same car as me. I pretend not to recognize him, as he is probably doing the same and too far away to speak to in any case. At 59th I switch to the B train, and see Scott S.
Thursday, March 4
Constitutional
The clock keeps ticking as I wait for Willie to come upstairs and get my key, so he can fix my leaky faucet later in the day. At 8:15, I call him and it turns out he had an emergency to deal with. He apologizes and sends Antonio to fetch the key.
While walking to the subway, I send emails to a few friends who are coming with me to a taping of the Daily Show later tonight. I won four VIP tickets at a Mount Sinai Panoply and want to arrange where we’ll be meeting.
Inside the station, Newspaper Guy says hello. Marc R. is at the foot of the stairs and also says hi. He asks if he’ll be mentioned in my blog and we briefly discuss the new draft of the Mount Sinai constitution. Marc led a campaign against the first draft, which failed to be voted in by the synagogue membership. He tells me that not all his issues have been addressed in the latest revision, but the most important ones were and feels comfortable with it.
I start walking towards my spot and pass Zippy K. sitting on bench while listening to music and sipping coffee from a Dixie cup. She waves hello. Sara R. is also nearby and says hi. Today, her hair is wavy. I wonder what is she doing in the middle of the platform; she is always near the stairs.
David M. waves as I pass him and the train arrives just as I get to my spot.
While walking to the subway, I send emails to a few friends who are coming with me to a taping of the Daily Show later tonight. I won four VIP tickets at a Mount Sinai Panoply and want to arrange where we’ll be meeting.
Inside the station, Newspaper Guy says hello. Marc R. is at the foot of the stairs and also says hi. He asks if he’ll be mentioned in my blog and we briefly discuss the new draft of the Mount Sinai constitution. Marc led a campaign against the first draft, which failed to be voted in by the synagogue membership. He tells me that not all his issues have been addressed in the latest revision, but the most important ones were and feels comfortable with it.
I start walking towards my spot and pass Zippy K. sitting on bench while listening to music and sipping coffee from a Dixie cup. She waves hello. Sara R. is also nearby and says hi. Today, her hair is wavy. I wonder what is she doing in the middle of the platform; she is always near the stairs.
David M. waves as I pass him and the train arrives just as I get to my spot.
Tuesday, March 2
Screwdriver
It’s still early when I head down to the basement, where I can exit through the building’s back door and head to the laundromat. Downstairs I run into Willie, the building superintendent, and we have a lengthy conversation about my leaky faucet and the exterminator schedule. Antonio, who is working on a project to install a supporting bracket for every air conditioner in the building, is also in the basement. He recently finished my air conditioners and I let him know that he left his screwdriver at my place, and Willie jokes that every apartment has a remnant of Antonio’s toolbox.
At the laundromat, I ask if they will press pants without cleaning them. The woman tells me they will do it for $3.00 instead of the usual $4.50 though sadly, they won’t wash-without-press for $1.50.
On my way to the station I realize I am wearing brown shoes and a very decisively brown outfit, and ponder the thought of people color coordinating Yamikas as well, in a Jewish metro-sexual kind of way. On the platform, I say hi to Yoni S. and slap him five. He is wearing sunglasses (although they might be transition lenses) and, still being winter outside, I sneer at them. When the train arrives, I get a seat and settle in, and think about the updates I will need to give at my 9:30 meeting.
At the laundromat, I ask if they will press pants without cleaning them. The woman tells me they will do it for $3.00 instead of the usual $4.50 though sadly, they won’t wash-without-press for $1.50.
On my way to the station I realize I am wearing brown shoes and a very decisively brown outfit, and ponder the thought of people color coordinating Yamikas as well, in a Jewish metro-sexual kind of way. On the platform, I say hi to Yoni S. and slap him five. He is wearing sunglasses (although they might be transition lenses) and, still being winter outside, I sneer at them. When the train arrives, I get a seat and settle in, and think about the updates I will need to give at my 9:30 meeting.
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