Out at Breakfast

I was at Breakfast with Daisy Jones and the Six. The server came up to me and asked how the book was, excited when she saw the title. I gave her a vague “it reads like a Rolling Stones article.” She asked if I meant that it just goes on without real chapters and then said she’s been wanting to read it. I was surprised she knew what I meant, but I am guessing she had heard about the book.

Later, after three cups of coffee, she came back and asked me if I’d like more coffee. I didn’t say what I wanted to, which was “sure, if you’d like me to stay here and you have to deal with me bouncing off the walls all day.” I just declined a fourth cup. She offered me water. Maybe she read my mind?

I left there considering bringing the book to her when I finish it. I know where she works, so I suppose I could. I wonder if she’d appreciate it.

Death of the little free library?

I drove by the house where the most convenient to me little free library lives. They’ve been doing construction on the house for a few months now. I don’t know what the story is behind it, but the tarps are up still.

We have had a storm during the last week, too. It’s been windy and rainy.

Yesterday, the library was gone! The post that held it up was still there, but the library box wasn’t. I will have to check next week on its condition. I am hoping that the wind just blew it over and not that it’s permanently gone. I used it a lot.

A trip downtown

When I went to see A Bronx Tale a few weeks ago, I noticed that there was a brick and mortar store for the art store we order from. We decided to go there instead of paying shipping on the class supplies we need for the upcoming semester.

The train ride there was uneventful. We decided we were hungry enough to eat early. We got koja. Yum.

We walked down to the art supply store and picked up the majority of what we needed. Then we sat in the canvas area and did fake math to figure out what to buy. We also decided to mail order the huge sketch book and the canvas stretcher bars so we didn’t have to lug them home on the train.

On the way back, we saw a pigeon hanging out on the street, but it found a little nook in the side of a building. Small children were stopping to point at it. Smart pigeon to stay out of the way of foot traffic.

We stopped at the restroom in the mall and there was a woman who had bypassed the line and was busy telling herself, and anyone else who would listen, about how it’s unacceptable that she should have to wait because she’s going to wet her pants.

We went to Beard Papa to get cream puffs for the family and my co-workers.

We caught the train to the station near home, since our own train was going to be later. I like doing this so that I can catch uber if the train is really really delayed. I released another book crossing book into the train station.

Our train came. It was one of the new Siemens trains. They are designed so that you can put more standing people on. No one is comfortable on them. The seats are too big for two people and too small for three to sit comfortably. The holding rails are too close to the seats, so standing people have to almost stand in the laps of the seated people. The stop request buttons are only by the doors and there is only one emergency stop button. They are loud when you are outside and they pass by. Who designed these things?

When we get a little closer to home, a lady got on, singing. She had her phone in her hand, so I assumed she had headphones on. When I looked again, I realized that she had cotton balls stuffed in her ears. She must have just been singing.