Light Rail Diaries: A Reflection

Nothing really to report on the train ride yesterday.  In fact, I only took the train home from work.  In the morning, I had the pleasure of riding shotgun as the Mrs drove me to work.  It was a fun ride as usual, because the two of us are silly and crack little jokes on each other.

She laughs at how I snore when I sleep.  Which is why I always “encourage” her to go to sleep first.  Hey, if you don’t want to listen to the symphony of nostril noises try drifting off to sleep before me…just a suggestion.

What do I pick at her about?  Well….uhhhh.  You know….stuff.  Hey, my wife is perfect.  She has no flaws (as I peek over my shoulders…left then right).  Did I say it right honey?  I did?  Great.

Anywho…yesterday’s trip reminded me of the first time she and I rode together.

9.16.13

Morning Edition

The soothing music keeps me comforted as I roll over to catch a few more Z’s.  Tucked away in the fetal position, wrapped in the covers.  Just like a newborn babe being cradled by his mom.

Yup, the best position to be in when you are deep in sleep.  Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talkin’ bout.  I’m more than sure that you’ve been there a time or 3 yourself.  You probably find yourself that way every Monday morning just like me.

“Uuugh….5 more minutes Ma.”  I remember muttering that every time Re Re would whisper my name in the wee hours of the morning.  “Just 5 more minutes, and I promise I’ll get up.”  That’s how I felt this morning when I heard the music whispering in my ear just like Ma used to do so many years ago.

There it is again.  What seems like hours have passed, and there is that soothing sound keeping me in such a comforting state of being.  It’s a state that can only be described as the most peaceful place to be while in a slumber.

For a third time, I hear the music playing.  This time, it seems to be louder than before.  Although loud, it’s still a comforting sound.  With this sound comes a subtle rock.  It’s a motion that causes my slumber of solace to be interrupted.

What could it have been?  Oh, of course…it’s the lovely lady laying next to me.  That music I heard was her phone’s alarm going off after being snoozed about a hundred times.  Wait, why is she still here?

…the night before…

Me:  Bri, what time are you getting up in the morning?

Bri:  It will be early.  I’ve got to get an early start on a project in the morning.  So, you can leave my car parked behind your truck.

Me:  Cool.  Ok, so I can sleep a little later, and then drive to the train station.

…morning…

I knew I should’ve switched the cars last night.  Now, Ima be late or I have to fight that nasty Monday morning traffic with Big-Baby.  Lose-lose situation any way you look at it.

A minute later any anguish, animosity, or anger I had inside melted away when she peeked around the corner.

Bri:  Sorry Boo.  I know you wanted to ride the train this morning.

Me:  (I smile and shake my head) No worries sweets.  Tell you what.  You can take me to work.  That way we can ride in the carpool lane and enjoy each other’s company for a few minutes as we take the freeway.  Then you can get breakfast, on me of course, and you may even make it to work a few minutes early.

I guess having the Mrs oversleep a little isn’t a bad thing at all.  It means more quality time for us both.

 

 

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So….Is This How Sardines Feel?

…This all happened this past Monday 10/21/13.

Just another day on the Santa Teresa train headed south for the evening.  Everyone looks tired, and ready to go home.  No one is talking.  No one is exchanging pleasantries.  Right now, these next few moments will be focused on making it to the house.

4:30?  The train’s a little late today…and only one car?  No worries.  I’m just ready to go home.  Hold on….It’s a little more occupied than normal.  So, no back seat viewing for me.  Hopefully, it won’t get too crowded.

“Excuse me ma’am while I sit my rather large brown body next to yours.  Don’t worry, I’m not contagious.”  That’s what I was thinking as the lady I sat next to cringed when I sat down beside her.

According to our conductor, there was some sort of bio hazard that caused the train to drop off one of it’s cars.  Which explained our smart car like ride today.  So, what you end up having is tons of folk crammed into one train car headed south.  How did it feel?  Cramped and uncomfortable all while moving fast as lightning down the tracks.

Whoops.  Now we know why it’s so important to hold onto the straps while standing on a moving train.  Apparently some phantom deer hopped across the tracks, or better yet, some ignant (yes, I said ignant) person driving a Prius cut my man off while we were rumbling our way down the tracks.  Stay alert people, because…thar she blows!  Several unfortunate souls went tumbling down the middle aisle because someone had a heavy foot when it came to the brakes.

Everyone seemed to gather themselves rather well after playing human bowling.  Stop after stop, we all noticed that more people were boarding the 4:30 Santa Teresa than were getting off.  That made for some very uncomfortable folk.  Fortunately, no one was mean or rude about or small accommodations.  One gentlemen even helped lighten the mood by offering a new rider some space on the train by saying:  “hold on brotha, let me suck in my gut, and you’ll have some space to squeeze in.”

Wait….what’s that smell?  Oh dear lord.  Did someone just fart?  Sweet Jesus, it smelled like someone swallowed a dead skunk….and wait!  Why does it seem like the heat is on…..OH GOD…I’m choking!  It’s getting worse by the second.  I can’t breathe!…and if this lady beside me nods one more time & rests her head on my shoulder while snoring like its midnight, I might scream!  (Am I being a tad dramatic?….maybe, but having tons of folks in an overly crowded, and poorly ventilated tin can will cause you to be the same way)

Whew, we FINALLY made it to my stop.  I’ve never been so glad to breathe fresh air in all my life.  I really needed that.  Oh, and thank you miss lady for finally realizing that my shoulder isn’t a pillow, and I don’t have the cooties.  Wow, when a person warms up to me…they really get comfortable, huh?

What a day.  What a ride.  Now, It’s time for that 1.5 mile walk to the house.  Uh oh!  Almost had another human bowling experience up close and personal.  Ladies…a word of advice.  If you know that you’re gonna be riding the train, and you have to walk to your final destination…please wear walking shoes instead of heels.  This lady in front of me almost learned that lesson the hard way.  That is all.

 

Until next time…

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A Letter Of Apology

Hey y’all.  It’s me.  The black man thinking.  I know it’s been a long while since my last post.

I could tell you all about me spending these last couple of weeks finding the meaning of life.  All while traveling to the far reaches of the earth looking for life’s mysteries.  Or maybe I’ll tell you about me going to places only seen on television and the internet solving world hunger and helping to end the war…..everywhere.

Truth is…if I said any of those things, I would most definitely be lying.  I ain’t done none of that.  Truth be told, I just got a little lazy.  “Oh, I’ll write something tomorrow”  or “I’ve got some free time this weekend.  I’ll do it then.”  All tiny little fibs I was telling myself.

You see, writing is like exercising.  You need to do it all the time in order to keep a healthy rhythm and a great pace.  If you stop for any reason, you need to put in twice the work the very next day to keep that flow going.  I wasn’t doing that.

Now I’m not saying that I’m about to be the Olympic triathlete of blog writing, but I will do better.  I gotta get my act together.  I have far too many thoughts floating inside this brain of mine to not put them down on virtual paper.

So, here ye here ye!  Today I make it known that I will do better.  I will write more, and I will give the people what they want (oh, if you want to know my thoughts on something…just ask, and I’ll write about it).

Here I am, formally apologizing for my shortcomings and vowing to write more consistently.

Peace and Love,

Mel

 

PS

If you see me around, feel free to ask me if I wrote something today.

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