this is a very LIVEOJOURNAL style post - to me anyway

Yesterday was a complicated day. First of all. First - I got blown out of bed way too early. By the wind. See, the night before. That whole day - was about laying around covered in books and notes and typing. When it was all over (and by that, I mean, when I'd finally abandoned the idea that I could improve anything any more than I had already without just starting over and... blah blah blah - it's the thing of typing - you know it or you don't) - when that was over - I rewarded myself by having a drink or two of whiskey and sleeping with the windows open.

But in the early, early morning the crazy wind was slamming doors in the house, a cacophony. And cold too. So I got blown out of bed at dawn. On the facebook I found that I was not alone. So Make a pot of coffee, get, marginally less tired. On the bus and back to it. So.

All downtown you could see the little birds, poor chickadees and sparrows who'd been dashed against the towers by the intemperate storm. Poor little creatures, they were ankle deep in places, poor little birds, shook down by the weather. Bad Omens.

Anyhow I was all up to my ordinary studies? My tasks, had some lunch with a friend, had some... Times. I was in it and thinking - the strangest thing about today is that I am out of my house, I have left my house and am not cloistered at the studies. It got sunny then. It was wonderful. Then it got cold. And it rained as I was leaving and didn't...

See I'd finished! It's a weird feeling to accomplish a mission, and I was glad. But also I couldn't think of a thing and so I headed home. Anyway on the bus. The healthline was so crowded, uncharacteristically crowded - it was a mess, terrible.

Then on the 28. On the 28 there was a bag lady who kept spraying herself with pledge. Some of it got on me. That must be why there was a tear in my eye - it couldn't have possibly been this exchange:

"Boy, come sit here, I want to talk to you." This is an older man who's clearly pretty together - his kangol hat matches his outfit and he's wearing this cardigan with some kind of bowling motif. He's talking to this kid who's sitting next to me - probably like 14 - poor kid, just his golf shirt in the drizzle and cold.

"Yes sir." The kid gets up and goes to him a few seats over - dude is fairly commanding and the kid is out of his territory it seems.

The dude starts asking the kid where he's from and what he's doing out on the east side after it's revealed that the kid goes to school out west someplace. The kid is weird and doesn't want to look up too much and the guy is kind of forceful, but in a really kind way where you can tell he's used to dealing with children. Their conversation continues and it comes out that the dude has worked at elementary schools. The thing is - he can tell this kid has no sense and is maybe in a kind of trouble. "Boy, it's too cold for you to go around like that - I'm giving you this jacket and you don't say anything about. This is my address if you can get it back to me you do that." It was this whole transaction and the kid was like... buying it? He was into being helped and the whole bus became filled with this unspeakable sense of the importance of people and the strength of us all together, you could feel the old bus soaring over potholes, too correct to suffer a jolt.

I was watching out the window then, because it felt shameful watching something good go on, and I'd lost the will to continue reading about the 8 straw man mythologies of the Tienanmen massacre in '89. And for the fist time all year I was going home into the sunset, the old sun setting over Nela Park far out west.

At the busstop there was one of my highschool students - he ran up to say hi to me and give me a handshake, he's going to graduate soon. I was proud of him and happy. And then I walked up the hill and I couldn't even be awake, it was all done after that. Till morning. Hi!