Saturday, March 29, 2008

The T, The T

Here is a picture of our most chosen mode of transportation. . . These little trains squeal around the corner to pick us up almost every time we go out and I've become quite fond of them. One day last week, their were some Ts that were out of service on the D line that I take to work and so I had to wait with many anxious commuters quite awhile for one to come through the tunnel. Well, when one finally did, I wasn't quite aggressive enough about getting on and by the time I made my way to the stairs it was pretty full. I didn't want to keep waiting though, so I tried to squeeze myself in, thinking 'there's always room for one more, right?'. . . evidently not, because everyone on the train actually groaned "NOOOOOOO" as they saw me easing my way in. I think I remember seeing an example like that in my abnormal psychology book in college. It had a caption that said something like, "people experiencing extreme paranoia may feel that no one wants to be around them."

Then yesterday, I went to do homework at a library about 3 miles away. On the way home, I just missed the T that I wanted to catch, and again, I didn't feel like waiting, so I decided that I could run along with the train and meet it at its next stop. So, laptop bag and groceries flapping in the breeze, I went, only to, of course not be able to catch up with the locomotive at its next spot--what was I thinking? Anyways, I was still thinking that, because the Ts have to stop at traffic lights, I had a chance of catching it down the line... I probably don't need to tell you that I never caught up with it, that I walked/ran all the freezing way home, and that I actually missed two other Ts that passed me, headed in my direction. I think next time I will just wait the eight minutes for the next one.

A sweet T story to end the post on: Last week I was in the T during the morning rush hour, when the T cars are so full you kind of have to give up any ideals you had for personal space, and two mothers with three almost-toddlers came on. They were really having a hard time with all the babies gear and keeping the kiddies with them in the crowd. The T driver turned off the train and came marching back to the car where I was standing along with the mothers, almost-toddlers, and a sea of business people. I was worried that he was going to have the moms and babies get off because there are these new controversial laws that might go into effect that prohibit strollers during rush hour. Instead, though, this huge man started pleading with everyone that had seats to give them up for the kids and their moms. "Can we PLEASE get some seats back here? We've got some REAL little kids on board?" And all of a sudden, everyone, absolutely everyone got up to give the moms/babies their seat, leaving the moms/babies with quite a choice, because now all of the seats were empty. The moms let the little kids pick which seats they wanted and they sat down and everyone else remained standing up, almost in reverance for the "REAL little kids" that the T driver had made them aware of. That was my stop, and it really was sweet, as I walked away, to look back and see, through the windows, the little kids bouncing around in their open seats.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Ode to this Saturday Morning. . .

And its soft sheets and new pajamas and clear, bright sun on glossy wood floors. To its two hot cups of almond coffee and its hours stretching ahead.

Here is Sumanth working on his story, and my spot where I am reading articles about young adult literature. Below is my stack of fun books that I need to read for class; read some of the titles and try not to feel jealous that this is my homework;)

Although with the wind chill, our local temp is 19 degrees, I'm so grateful for blue skies and snow-free streets. Today is an easy Saturday; we're trading in some books at the used book store and making buffalo chicken wraps and lounging around in pajamas.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Postmen Throwing Their Parcels into the Nearest Bushes

My dear, sweet boss really stood up for me today in a time when I was needing standing up for. About a month ago, we applied for two grants(with deadlines), both of which are very important to the continuity of the entire project. I was really careful about addressing and mailing them but then I started to be busy with other things and never checked to confirm their receipt. Well, we found out today, that, although we didn't
get anything back in return mail, the applications were never received. The office was all abuzz with how this could have happened, and you have to admit, it didn't look good for me. My boss, Helen, responded quickly: "Has anybody heard about the postmen who throw their parcels into the nearest bush when they're fired? Yes, its true, and sometimes they throw them into rivers and oceans. We should be glad that our papers are probably dry somewhere. They could be at the bottom of the sea." When no one had heard of those stories she said, "Oh, the poor souls who work at the college mail center; they can be so slow-witted." I hope I can be that kind of boss someday.

Thursday, March 6, 2008

Still Jet Lagging. . .

That's the Taj Mahal in the background!

I used to think that jet lag was a term people just threw around. . . an excuse for being tired when really they just should have slept more. Well, I've come to understand the full meaning of the word this week as every day at work feels like I've just come from a slumber party. I pretty much have to pry my eyelids open to stay awake after dinner and then around 1:00am (noon, India time) I wake up, bright-eyed and ready to get the day started. The bright eyes don't last very long.

Anyways, it's been nice to see some sunrises and think back over a really good trip and also be very glad to be home. . . Here is a link to a ton of trip pictures if you're interested and have some free time on your hands.