I should be fired from blogging. I have my excuses yet gain, and I think they're good. They consist of internet issues at the new condo (we finally got our wireless router set up, so that should be taken care of), moving (stuff's getting close to unpacked - we just have lots and lots of laundry to put away and we have to clean/paint the old place), coming back from vacation; the list really could go on, but I won't bore you.
Anyway, one purpose of this blog today is to let you all know that 'good seats' and 'bad seats' exist on the Minneapolis light rail. Usually I sit towards the back of the car in the elevated seats. Today I sat by the expandy-thingy that helps the train turn. (At least I'm assuming that's its purpose. If I'm incorrect, would someone please tell me?) It's very squeaky/creaky/noisy. It's making it difficult to listen to and enjoy Keith Urban on my iPod.
Next time I shall use more discretion when choosing my seat now that I have the new knowledge. Keith can not be ruined.
In other train notes, I’m working out my ‘train mojo’. Is a correct use of the word mojo? Not sure; but I can’t think of a better one, so I’m using it. Anyway, I’m discovering that it’s hard to make it to the train at just the right time. I’ve only been riding for three day, and I’ve had many awkward moments of deciding whether I should awkwardly run in heels (giving myself blisters and risking a nose-dive) to catch the train or if I should nonchalantly stroll along as if I haven’t a care in the world and can just as well take the next train (which isn’t true at all). This is all fueled by the people on the train looking at me (which they’re probably not actually doing). I will say, though, that when I see people running to catch the train, I feel very, very sorry for them. I don’t know why, but I do.
I may have to ditch my heels altogether and wear tennis shoes. But I’m not ready to commit to that quite yet.
2 comments:
I try not to run for the train or my bus. . .but sometimes I just say to heck with my pride and do a short sprint. Most of the time I find that riders want someone to catch the train/bus -- it adds some adventure in their day!
Ah yes, that all-too-familiar dilemma. I generally choose NOT to run for the bus. Nobody wants to see me go splat on the concrete or have me sit next to them all huffy-puffy when I finally do make it on board.
And, Cal? I don't think you're ready to don the tennis shoes yet. K?
:)
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