Ian Anderson 9:30 a.m., Nov. 23
- Community Blog
The Burdens We Carry
i'm ready for the day- whatever comes my way. breakfast- yes - cup of oatmeal with an apple chopped up- microwaveable. snack- yes- yogurt, blackberries, Kashi twigs and almonds. makeup, brush, band aids , lip gloss, water, thermos of coffee, iPad, ear buds, phones, glasses, wallet, cash, coffee cup sleeves, the 2 containers from yesterday's lunch I was too lazy to pull out, and some doggy bags found in various outer ware from previous walks.
today there's even a handbag to use for a Xmas lunch instead of filling up my coat pockets or dumping out and using my daggy makeup bag. I seldom put makeup on after I leave the house in the morning., but I've got it just in case- beano, toothbrush, sample sized toothpaste, visine, allergy pills, pens, Bluetooth headset unused.
A fellow Coaster chick walks up, full makeup, no tennis shoes, or oversized jacket- no backpack. instead hair perfect, leather jacket, new jean trousers and sunglasses. "You're dressed up today, look nice" I say. "work Xmas party, didn't want to haul my stuff around, you know. OMG. Had to put on my makeup at home! (instead of in transit) I hate that!" she said.
A guy I worked with used to ride the train. the makeup sessions on the Coaster drove him insane. one day he'd had enough, and took off his shoes and socks and started clipping his toenails. everyone around him stole furtive looks- not quite believing what they were seeing. he finished up, the aisles full of nasty toenail bits, and looked at everyone around him and said " if she can spend 45 minutes sitting in front of me putting on her face, I can clip my nose hair, clip my toenails or empty the fuzz out of my belly button"
the kids are hauling backpacks that weigh more than they do. every other adult has a laptop or a net book, or a kindle or an iPad. the attorneys carry raggedy briefcases the most likely got when they passed the bar. One nicely dressed guy reads the bible, others reading work papers, checking email, talking on a cell, hauling treats to the office or balloons home. A young girl with a pink bakery box just got off at Sorrento Valley. Doughnuts? muffins? cookies? fudge? it's that time of year.
A boat yard, Sea Urchin, Double Hookup- hidden trackside in the valley behind a chain link fence.
almost there, socks, tall boots, leggings, winter silk cami, wool dress, sparkly wool scarf around the neck of my girl on the go-Eddie Bauer long trench, REI gloves and my coffee. yes ready for the day, but gotta get rid of some of this stuff I'm hauling around. let it go.
the talkers at one end of the car, a little irritating but they are having so much fun it's hard to criticize them. and they are nice, and inclusive, and drink together at least once a week before heading home. older gents who volunteer talk so loud it's easy to understand every word, and once in a while someone (not only kids) playing an obnoxious game that dings and beeps and constantly distracts.