Wicked meetings, ice cream w/Sharon, mealworms and toenails, and dancing…

~Wednesday~ It’s not my favorite thing to start my work day off with an hour-long meeting right when I get there. (I’m well aware that I could have gotten there earlier.) A couple of things made it an extra drag today; that is, other than the fact that it was first thing in the morning: … Read more

Faux worms, synchronized seed eating, a bus fetish, a blarty, and some pool…

~Tuesday~ Today’s buscapade seating chart: Today I sat toward the back of the bus as you can see. As I made my way to my seat, I noticed Other Man leaning forward with his forehead resting on the seatback in front of him, so that I only saw the top of his head—his hair, not … Read more

Loud, dirty laundry; fictional mail; a quick workout; me in pearls; and an easy crossword puzzle…

~Thursday~ I read Anna Karenina on the bus on the way in this morning. I received a reminder that my book is due on Monday, and I would love to finish it without having to renew it a third time. I think it’s doable over the weekend. My only meeting today was from 2:00-3:30, and … Read more

A sham; A water meter liability; Take a letter, Maria, address it to yourself; and dancing…

~Wednesday~ Today’s buscapade revolves around how acoustics can affect getting “the dirt.” Imagine this depiction of the first few seats on the bus. In the past, whenever I’ve referred to a bus having two center-facing seats in the front, this is the kind of set up I’m talking about, and it was the seating arrangement … Read more

Rap babies, buscapades, a calculated card replacement, friendship bread, and some reading…

~Monday~ Go ahead. Take a minute (a minute and one second, to be exact) to start your day with a giggle: Shortly after boarding the bus this morning, I was treated to a PSA, apparently for the bus drivers, but being broadcasted loud enough over the bus’s radio communication system that it might as well … Read more

REALLY, DUDE??? Joe to the airport, misplaced articles, a workout, and karaoke…

~Sunday~ Okay, this entry from Craigslist’s “Missed Connections” section is wrong on so many levels, without a doubt most of which totally elude its author. By the way, this entry is not for the prude of heart, so I’m putting it behind a cut. If you think you might be offended by it, please don’t … Read more

An Independence Day cookout with family and friends, and dancing…

~Saturday~ I had a lazy morning, and did a couple of loads of laundry, the second one being my sheets. I look forward to fresh, clean, soft ones tonight! I met Robert at 4:00 at his sister and her husband’s farm out in Orange County, where we enjoyed three hours of a very interesting collection … Read more

8.5-inch cylinders, grawlixes, PSA results, paranormal phenomena, and dancing…

~Wednesday~ Today’s buscapade: At one stop a young man—a student I’m guessing—got on the bus with a totally clear plastic backpack on. I never saw such a thing. That phrase so reminds me of this infamous sign on I-95 running between North and South Carolina: But I digress… The clear backpack was tightly packed with … Read more

A buscapade that continued off the bus, dinner with Hugh & Abby, and some time at Flex…

~Friday~ A cast of characters in today’s buscapade: A very attractive, very-well dressed lady sat on one of the center-facing priority seats for the elderly and disabled. She had on huge white beaded dangling earrings, a black nylon on her head covering all of her hair and pulled back tightly into a bun—wide and short like a … Read more