shadowkat (
shadowkat) wrote2025-12-15 08:18 pm
Monday is just getting by and that may be enough considering
On the subway this morning - it was hard to find a seat - not because seats weren't available - but that they were occupied by the homeless, who are mentally unstable and can be violent. They also smell. And may carry illness. So everyone attempts to give them a wide berth.
I did sit near one man, who was putting on a ratty old pair of old boots. ( Read more... )
On the way home, after disembarking from the subway at Church Avenue, and climbing the steps to exit near Denny's Pub, I stumbled upon a street filled with pigeons. Their heads tucked under their wings, all sleeping on the sidewalk beneath the overhang. There must have been at least thirty or forty of them sitting there.
**
Whoa. A lot of folks died this weekend, and rather tragically. The news was...depressing this morning, more so than usual? On social media and on ABC.
( What the actor who played Luke Spencer, Rob Reiner and his wife, Brown University students, and Bondi Beach celebrants...all have in common..they died this weekend. )
Damn. No wonder I'm depressed.
***
I don't know if anyone else feels this way? But sometimes, I feel as if I have no control over anything? My art, my writing, my life.
I bought two gifts for my mother, slippers and the Paul Newman memoir - neither have been delivered and both are stuck in transit. I looked up the Paul Newman gift - it tells me that weather delays are responsible. I looked up the slippers - it's stuck with FedEX in Georgia. So frustrated, and worried that Momma wouldn't have anything under her tree - I bought her a Suduko Calendar and a 2026 book of Sudoku puzzles.
I also spent a portion of the day - fighting to get Crazy Org to provide payment for two Union perks owed to me. I succeeded with one (which was admittedly the more important and greater of the two), and am making some headway on the other (which granted is just $100 (post taxes - $50), but that $100 could pay for this month's PT).
Iced my knee. Did exercises. Tried not to overdo.
And at home, worked on a drawing of a homeless man that I saw on the subway, and surrounded him with pigeons.
Me: I feel I've accomplished little in my life. I'm second guessing all of it.
Mother: You've survived
And I suppose that's something? There but for the grace of God go I?
I'm grateful for what I have, every single day, my City reminds me of that. It thrusts those who have far less under my nostrils.
Charisma Carpenter (played Cordy on Buffy and Angel) stated recently on a podcast that she loved New York City, because no matter how down or depressed you felt, you could always see somebody who was worse off - not only that but you could watch them find a way to keep on trucking. Thinking to yourself, if they can do that...then well, so can I.
I did sit near one man, who was putting on a ratty old pair of old boots. ( Read more... )
On the way home, after disembarking from the subway at Church Avenue, and climbing the steps to exit near Denny's Pub, I stumbled upon a street filled with pigeons. Their heads tucked under their wings, all sleeping on the sidewalk beneath the overhang. There must have been at least thirty or forty of them sitting there.
**
Whoa. A lot of folks died this weekend, and rather tragically. The news was...depressing this morning, more so than usual? On social media and on ABC.
( What the actor who played Luke Spencer, Rob Reiner and his wife, Brown University students, and Bondi Beach celebrants...all have in common..they died this weekend. )
Damn. No wonder I'm depressed.
***
I don't know if anyone else feels this way? But sometimes, I feel as if I have no control over anything? My art, my writing, my life.
I bought two gifts for my mother, slippers and the Paul Newman memoir - neither have been delivered and both are stuck in transit. I looked up the Paul Newman gift - it tells me that weather delays are responsible. I looked up the slippers - it's stuck with FedEX in Georgia. So frustrated, and worried that Momma wouldn't have anything under her tree - I bought her a Suduko Calendar and a 2026 book of Sudoku puzzles.
I also spent a portion of the day - fighting to get Crazy Org to provide payment for two Union perks owed to me. I succeeded with one (which was admittedly the more important and greater of the two), and am making some headway on the other (which granted is just $100 (post taxes - $50), but that $100 could pay for this month's PT).
Iced my knee. Did exercises. Tried not to overdo.
And at home, worked on a drawing of a homeless man that I saw on the subway, and surrounded him with pigeons.
Me: I feel I've accomplished little in my life. I'm second guessing all of it.
Mother: You've survived
And I suppose that's something? There but for the grace of God go I?
I'm grateful for what I have, every single day, my City reminds me of that. It thrusts those who have far less under my nostrils.
Charisma Carpenter (played Cordy on Buffy and Angel) stated recently on a podcast that she loved New York City, because no matter how down or depressed you felt, you could always see somebody who was worse off - not only that but you could watch them find a way to keep on trucking. Thinking to yourself, if they can do that...then well, so can I.