Thankful Friday - Thursday

Decided today was a good day to act as a stand in for my thankful Friday – thought I’d describe my morning and the goodness in it. I woke up this morning tired as I’ve had some guilt issues weighing on me. I’ve been doing good with shifting my mindset, but it doesn’t happen overnight. Thank goodness for therapy to keep me on task – it’s like having my own personal trainer – especially needed when you hit that wall part way through.



So I wake up and am tired. But as I lay there for a moment, I’m enjoying the sunlight streaming in – yay spring! And enjoy my crisp new sheets (I’m a sheet-a-holic) that are just absolutely gorgeous and feel great too! And I’ve got my little love muffins snuggled up in bed with me. Although once I wake up, Winston is on me to feed him (and this after having an enema yesterday – him not me, and yes he’s a cat – go figure). Up I get and the being-a-morning-person kicks in. I’m still an hour off my schedule (waking up at 7 instead of 6 – damn daylight savings), but still take my time getting ready, tidying the living room, getting the recycling ready for pick up and finishing up my taxes. I even enjoyed a lounge on the couch watching an episode of Chuck while eating my cranberry-corn pancakes.



My wait for the bus was enjoyable as it was sunny and dry and no standing in the rain waiting and getting soaked. Yay sun! And then on the bus I get back into a new book I started about Eleanor of Aquitaine, little knowing that my “tv show” was about to start. Half reading, half looking out the window, and half listening to the conversations on the bus (don’t check my math), my attention is drawn to the latter. There is an old man with a cane on one side of the bus facing a raggedy man on the other side of the bus. They kind of know each other. The raggedy man is 3 years sober, as of March 5th. And the old man I can’t tell whether he is playing dumb really well, or is just ignorant of certain things. Driving up Mass Ave, and the bus suddenly lurches and the driver slams on the horn. There’s a bicyclist that cut in front and at the sound of the horn, he turns in his seat and gives the driver the finger and starts yelling at him. And then proceeds to go through a red light. Well the conversation between the driver, the old guy, and the 3-years sober guy was entertaining. The funniest part was the old man saying that the bicyclist waived at the driver, but only with the middle finger so what does that mean? The three of them were just characters. The old man even asked the bus driver if heard an irish rogue.



And then the calm waiting at the subway stop and the cello player is there again. Sitting in the dark underground, with no conversations around me, reading my book and listening to some sonata – just a great way to start the day.



Sometimes my commute can seem long and I wish I worked closer to home, but other times I do really enjoy the journey. And after all these years, there are the regulars you start recognizing on the trip – from the drivers to the fellow passengers. Needless to say, bus tv beats car radio any day in my book.