Missed Bus

This morning I was slow to get going. So when I finally made it out the door it was late. Late late. I turn the corner and a block down I see my bus. The good bus. The fast bus that will get me into work half the time than the other buses. And I’ve missed it. It was comical as one moment I’m stepping out my door appreciating the wonderful morning fall colors of the light and sky and environs in the strange humidity we currently have and upon seeing my bus and the opportunity missed I instinctively respond with a raised fist in the air and an ‘argh’. I surprised myself with that one but don’t think it was noticed except by the heavens above.

So I wait and wait and wait at my bus stop. Becoming even more late than late. In the end I got in just on time (surprisingly I was the first one in, just barely). This could have been just another morning bummer. But instead it was a nice friendly warm hug from my town. As I’m walking to the bus stop, after my bus has abandoned me, I pass folks unloading from a car. The little girl (about 2) says something to me as I pass and the mother chuckles. She shares that her little girl saw me walking towards her (and must have been enamored with my pretty floral dress) and asked me to hold her. Her mom jokes that she needs to work on ‘stranger danger’ with her. Warm hug number 1. I’m waiting at my stop eating a granola bar, looking at the bus schedule and trying to figure out what time it is with a dead phone in my bag (iphones suck – mine isn’t a year old and it can’t hold a charge for a full day – very frustrating). A honk right near me makes me almost stumble off the curb. I look up and it’s my landlords on their way to work, turning at the corner I’m at, with big smiles and waving. Warm hug number 2.

Fast forward and you find me sitting on the little wall, that is slightly damp, but I don’t care because I’m a sitter. I’m looking down at something, probably my granola bar when I suddenly hear say someone say hello and using my name. I look up and it’s the Assistant Town Manager (we have town managers instead of mayors here). We’re on several committees together, working on projects. We have a nice chat – very pleasant. And then he’s on his way and my bus finally pulls up. Warm hug number 3.

Not a bad morning after all. As I consider different things in my life right now – what I want to do, where I want to be, who I want to be with, I keep coming back to the communities I’m a part of, one of which being my local town. I’ve been considering subscribing to my local town’s newspaper as I keep missing a lot of the goings on in the politics. The problem is the waste accumulation. I’ve cut back on magazines and those I would pass on to the hospital to be reused. Newspapers just get tossed in the recycling – not good. Quick google search and it looks like the paper is just a weekly paper – the Boston Globe must overshadow these smaller papers. In that case I might take the plunge!