A Monday and it was bearable. Mainly because I was able to spend a few minutes with Bill while I was on my lunch break. He was with a gaggle of German tourists, he picked them up in Bayonne and then it was off to a madcap Manhattan afternoon. They were visiting the Freedom Tower, I guess they went all the way to the top since there’s really nothing to see at the bottom.
I ought to know since I exit the Freedom Tower on my way to the office in the morning. It’s a short walk from One World Trade Center to wherever my office is. I even took a photo with my man though it was feeling and WordPress is not as photo-friendly as it used to be 11 years ago, but then again, who is?
The walk to the train this morning had all traces of the Art and Music Festival yesterday erased. Like it never happened. I admit it was guilt that made me attend with Bill. There was a photo of the earnest faces fighting to save rent control in Hoboken. Once again rent control is under attack and these people are stepping up.
Bill spoke to one of the faces as they were closing down, I usually communicate with them online. We will vote NO in NOvember. Bill and I were glad we made the attempt and attended the festival even if it was only for about an hour. The guilt was assuaged.
I was hoping for a good day but wound up calling the driver of one of those hybrid commuter vans an idiot for blocking the intersection and for stopping right in the middle of a crosswalk. I looked him in the eye and called him an idiot a few times while shrugged his shoulders, seeming to say ‘What can I do?’. He wasn’t an idiot now that I think of it, he was a dumb ass.
My plan for an easygoing day squashed before I got on the train. I rallied and did my best to avoid most people as I headed to the office. It being a Monday meant the train wasn’t crowded. Tomorrow will be a different story, more people going in, 98% looking at their phones, all plugged in.
I used to wonder why are they so captivated by their devices, but then again, they paid a lot of money for those devices and want to get their money’s worth. I don’t have that great a plan but it’s manageable so I’m not using up data all the time.
I realize that I have an imagination and I had forgotten that a lot of people do not. I guess an imagination would be cumbersome so they would rather have things delivered to them, be it a TV show or a movie or whatever it is they look at.
I only see what they’re looking at sometimes when I am behind them as we climb they stairs. I look at them, they look at their devices.