Fifty rounds around.

So I have started playing a new game. I have always been a people watcher. Several times now I have suddenly realized I was out and out staring at people on the train/bus. It is an interesting place full of interesting people. Yesterday I rode the bus to the bank. Two stops in we had to pause to eject a urinator. A woman across from me asked the person next to her if that smell was some kind of cologne. I am assuming she was just being polite. Urine is a hard smell to mistake, if you ask me. A while later a man got on. He was graying, with dark eyes, wearing a page boy hat, and carrying a burlap shopping bag. Maybe I just associate San Francisco with writers, but I immediately knew that was what he was. I smiled at him. I smile at a lot of people on public transportation. I think one of the nicest things in the world is when a stranger smiles back at you. As passengers embarked and disembarked the seat next to mine opened up. He sat down, and we began to chat. He was very soft spoken, and there were long moments without conversation. Sure enough, he turned out to be a writer, a poet to be exact. I didn’t hear what his name was unfortunately. That’s the first part of the game…guess a person’s career. The other part is the Train Flirt. The back and forth of glances, the summing up of someone’s personality by what they wear, or what they are carrying, and the inevitable, wistful relinquish when their stop has arrived. This part of the game has funny facets as well. For instance, this morning’s Flirter, who was WAY out of my league, ended up having a wedding ring on. The episode got me to thinking about the ethics of being a married Train Flirter. Is noticing someone, watching someone, a sort of infidelity?

I told myself I was going to start working out this week. I haven’t really started, but I have added a new piece to my overall exercise regimen. When I have no clients (none this week so far ;-(), I spend half an hour walking around my table. I can’t go very fast, as I tend to go off track and run into things, but at least it is some activity. I spend fifteen minutes going one way, and fifteen going the other way. I will have to measure the distance and see if it adds up to anything. I am also trying to drink more water…I’ve been really dehydrated.

Men, do indeed, say silly things in the locker room. I think they must not realize they are within ear shot of a woman.

Was chatting with Mr. Urbane the other evening and I sent him a picture of Homie A. It really broke my heart to hear him say he wanted two just like her, yet was resigned to never having any.

The mornings and evenings are foggy, the days sunny.