I am sorry to report that I have come to rely on Sticky Jam Hands less as an outlet for my angst and sarcasm and more as a place to list the current books I am reading (so far 42 this year!). And seriously what good is that? I might as well break down and start a goodreads account.
I was just perusing the items I posted this year and I was horrified at the selection – one recount of a trip to NYC, a maudlin eulogy to my late father and a few birthday interview videos. I thought to myself “you hardly deserve to have a website at all.” In my feeble defense I did write something funny on my other website (yes, there are 2) you can read it here. And if everything works out as it should there will be a new update to Artistry in Alcohol based on our latest (and much less successful) craft night that happened over the weekend.
Today, however I want to recount to you something that happened to me back in August. About a month and a half ago, when it was hot – HOT, the train that I take into the city underwent some track renovations. Yes the Southeastern Transportation Authority (SEPTA) decided to terminate the train that I take to work everyday 4 stops before I get to the stop that gets me to work everyday. They had set up a system of shuttle buses and subway rides or some such nonsense but I had no wish to research or understand what I was supposed to do, so I decided to drive in to the city instead. Since I work in an area completely devoid of parking options I dove to my old stomping ground, parked in west Philadelphia at the University and made my way in from there. I only had to go in to the office two days during this disturbance (thanks well planned business trip and vacation!).
The first day I went in to the office, I parked 26 blocks from work, about 20 minutes earlier than I usually go in and since it seemed hot but not unbearable I decided to walk across town. I realized what a terrible mistake this was about 5 blocks in to my walk, but being stubborn and slightly insane I decided I couldn’t deviate from the plan I had already committed to, it got hotter as I walked. I had nothing with me except a thermos of hot coffee and on my feet some fairly uncomfortable work shoes. I got to work an hour late, dehydrated, covered in sweat and limping.
Six hours later, my feet felt better, I purchased a large water bottle and waved away co-workers attempts to provide me with subway tokens. I decided to walk back to my car. Why? Because I’m stubborn and a little bit insane (pay attention). I spent the hour long walk chronicling my journey via text message with my friend Jeff, this is how it went:
Me: I just left work, feels like I walked in to a sauna
Jeff: Please tell me you figured out the subway or used the taxicab service in your purse (uber)
Me: I’m walking
Me: But I have water this time
Jeff: WHY?? Do you have a death wish?
Me: I like walking
Jeff: your current temp is 93/ feels like 103
Me: Yeah, its hot
Jeff: That’s Africa hot
Me: I’m in Chinatown and it smells like bad fish
Jeff: I think that’s because there isn’t any ‘good’ fish when its 103
Jeff: I guess it smells like 103
Me: I’m almost to city hall – I’m developing a blister
Jeff: No one saw that coming
Me: I just stopped in love park to change my shoes
Jeff: Today I’m calling it ‘love my feet park’
Me: I just got to Comcast, if my husband wasn’t so smart to have worked from home today I could go visit him
Me: Just passed their newest, taller second tower…
Jeff: Oh yes! I heard something about them needing a newer shinier towerer thing
Me: If one colossal tower is good than 2 has to be gooder right?
Me: Okay, I just literally walked in to 2 people while texting you, I’m officially ‘part of the problem’
Jeff: Haha, watch out for fountains!
Me: Way off in the distance I see salvation!
Jeff: Is it a pizza hut delivery car?
Me: No, 30th street station!
Me: F*ck, the sun jut came out!
Jeff: Now you are really melting 😦
Me: crossing the river
Jeff: Jump in! Jump in!
Me: Have you seen the Schuylkil?
Jeff: Are you at the station?
Me: Yes, sweet sweet air conditioning, I think I might just live here now, who needs to go home?
Me: God dammit – my favorite smoothie place was turned in to a pretzel stand, I cant live here – on to my car
Me: two blocks to go
Me: You know what would suck?
Me: If I left my keys at work
Jeff: Hahahaha! That’s EXACTLY what I thought you’d say
Me: Hey, guess what?
Jeff: Are you at your car?
Me: (insert car emoji)
Jeff: and the angels sing
I made it home in record time – I mean record time not including the hour long cross city hike I took. The next time I went in to the city, I parked at the same place, bought some subway tokens and rode underground. Who says I cant be reasonable?
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I need to catch up — I’ve only read 22 so far this year (plus the ones that I forgot to write down). I would have taken the subway though — you can read on there.
Make it 43, I finished a book this morning on the train 🙂 Get reading…