Tag Archive: Commuting


It’s raining men!

No not really.

I sent that to set the date on the blog. I’m sneaky that way.

The walk from my office to the subway is usually uneventful. Walk down the sidewalk, wait for the light cross six lanes of traffic, try not to get run over. Today as I was approaching the intersection, an unmarked police car made a u-turn and pulled a car over, the police car pulled up very close to the other car, almost touching its bumper. I didn’t think anything of it, nothing unusual, right?

As I crossed the street I suddenly thought, “Unmarked police cars aren’t supposed to make routine traffic stops. Are they?” I glanced over at the cars, the pulled over car’s trunk was open and the police officers were looking in it. I was torn between wondering if I could sneak close enough to see if there was a body in the trunk, and just running to the subway. I didn’t run, but I kept walking to the subway.

Then on the train my phone rang. I didn’t answer it because I didn’t recognize the number. It was my dad. World’s Worst Daughter.

That’s all, says she.

Three days

Three days and no posts from me. I am blaming it on the flu or a stomach bug, or whatever it is that is floating around the house making us sick. I tried hiding in the basement, the darn germs found me. When I got home from the city Monday, I was so sick I slept right through the stop. That has never happened before. NEVER. Then I started throwing up. So when Stitch asked, “So am I driving to New Hamburg?” The answer was no. I needed to go to Poughkeepsie cause I needed a bathroom so I could get cleaned up somewhat.

When I told Stitch what time, he said that is about how long it would take him to get there, so I just waited for the train and came home on it. The people working at the Poughkeepsie train station are icky. Not very nice at all.

Blogging was the last thing on my mind when I got home. I thought about it yesterday, but couldn’t come up with anything to say and so just didn’t write anything. So now I am behind. I am going to try posting two today, and two tomorrow.

I hope the post-a-day people don’t ban me from the clubhouse.

>Sub-zero temperatures

>Friday when I got the text from WeatherBug saying it was 9.3°F I knew that meant trouble. However since I was off work Wednesday I figured I should go to work anyway. Now I know some of you are saying 9.3°F is not sub-zero but look at it this way, it is below freezing, it’s 23° below freezing! And if we convert it to Celsius, (some of my reader’s use Celsius) it’s -12.6° which is below freezing, I am just going for an international flavor here.

To get back to what I was talking about, the next time it is that cold, I am not going to work. MetroNorth trains do not like the sub-zero temperatures. My first clue was when it was late to Beacon, come on it’s the third stop! Then the slow starts at each stop and the announcer saying, “Please walk to the open doors.” Alright, how stupid do you have to be to be told to walk to an open door to get on a train? Or is your brain just frozen? Then we had to change trains.

So I went from being a semi-happy girl snuggled up against the wall to an unhappy girl sitting between two business men. Or at least they looked like it. And with their blackberries and Wall Street Journal I was embarrassed to bring out my YA fantasy book. I don’t know why since I will probably never see them again and I am pretty sure they wouldn’t even care, maybe I should make that the topic of my next blog post.

>What was I thinking?

>When I said I was going to post everyday this year, I should have taken a moment to think first. Here it is the middle of January and I have already run out of things to say.

Seriously! How many posts can I make about the trouble with MetroNorth and what an ass**** my boss is and how the cold is affecting my skin and lungs before people’s eyes start to glaze over and they fall down dead? Well maybe not dead, I mean I hope not dead.

What really annoys me is thinking of something and wanting to write about it, but at the time I can’t, then when I get here and open my computer, …… nothing is there, the idea is gone. So take notes I think, but it never happens.

This is momentary, this will pass, if I keep writing. Rob Thomas says, keep writing, even if you know it is crap, just keep writing, the creativity will come. Hopefully, I won’t lose everyone that follows me while I’m spouting drivel.

>Sometimes

>It seems like he drives fast, and it doesn’t matter. Sometimes slow and it doesn’t matter. I am sure, knowing him, he aways drives exactly the same, except for mornings like today when it’s pouring down rain.

It must be me, my own sense of urgency that changes my perception of the drive to the train station.

— Sent from my Palm Pre


>Minute by minute

>The Beacon train station is the second stop on the Hudson Line. That is if you are coming from Poughkeepsie and heading to NYC. The train is not usually late and that leaves very little wiggle room for catching the train. Sometimes it does literally come down to the minutes. Take this week for example.

Wednesday I needed to get to work early. Of course I had trouble getting up in the morning. I left for the train with less then 10 minutes to get there. I made it, just made it and every time I take this train I am surprised by how crowded it is. I keep thinking, “It’s so early, no one will be on the train ….” Back to my original thought, if I can find it again.

On Thursday I had the same amount of time to catch the train. Thursday the train was a minute early. Just a minute, one lousy minute and I missed the train, had to take the next train, an express train. Then when I left work I missed the subway by a minute, just one little minute. Then next train didn’t come for another 10 minutes and it was crowded! I had to take it since I was trying to catch the early train out of GCT. I didn’t make it.

There wouldn’t be a problem of course, if I hadn’t measured the time, down to the minute that it takes to get from my door to the train station. Then I wouldn’t be tempted to push the envelope as they say.

>My shoelaces

>won’t stay tied. I am serious, I tie my shoelaces (well technically they are boot laces) when I leave my house and by the time I get to the city they are flopping around, like that one lock of hair that won’t stay in the barrette. I never see anyone else stopping to tie their shoelaces, so I must have deficient lace tying skills. I don’t know why this happens, I have been tying things up in knots and bows as long as I can remember.

Does anyone know where I can take a remedial lace tying course?

>This is how I fly

>well, not really fly.

Metro North ftw! No not this morning, this morning was more like, Metro North WTF? or FML. If you don’t know what those mean, check out Urban Dictionary.

Today is the second day I caught the early train, trying to get back in the routine of getting to work on time, instead of ‘only 10 minutes late’. I also decided to bring my laptop, on the off chance I had a minute so I could update my blogs. So I turned on my hot spot and my laptop, was about to get started, when I heard some noise about getting off the train. Yes we had to change trains in Cold Spring. Which consisted of getting off our train (a door malfunction, really MetroNorth?) and waiting until the next train showed up. So now I am on a train with a double train load of people.

Once again I say. FML.

>My shoes are still wet

>Tuesday it rained. It didn’t start out raining or I would have taken my rain coat and worn my rubber boots. It started after I found out George died. Some people attach significance to that, I don’t. I went to lunch, I was feeling a little sad and it was pouring, all I had to protect myself was my ball cap and a sweat jacket. My shoes got soaked, my jacket got soaked, my top, jeans, in a word, everything.

Wednesday I was off, so I left my shoes in my room, hung up my sweat-jacket, which was still dripping wet, so things could dry. When I went to put my shoes on Thursday, they were still wet. I suppose the fact that they slid under my dresser didn’t help. So I wore my flip flops to work. Today I didn’t even try to put my shoes on, I just looked at them and they look like they are still wet.

Tomorrow Gwen and I are going to the Yankee game so I really hope they are dry then. I am wearing my black dress and I want to match.

>I really need to

>remember to check my alarm at night, or whenever it is I go to bed. That way I wouldn’t end up doing what I am doing right now. Waiting for the 7:05 train instead of the 6:18.

I was thinking there weren’t very many people waiting for the train, then a bunch of people walked up on the platform, bus or ferry must have got here, maybe both cause now the platform is crowded. I should move over to my spot, but I don’t want to leave the shade.

Today is going to be another hot day, severe weather extreme heat. Train is coming, bye for now

— Sent from my Palm Pre