*sigh*
in March of 2012 my husband and I bought and started moving to a condo downtown.
Down-sizing we call it.
Getting ready for old-age.
I LOVE LIFE DOWNTOWN
But we are still moving in... Still building shelves and bookcases as we feel the need for them.
We left stuff in the basement of our Murray home and took just the bare essentials to the condo.
If we feel we really need something, we go get it. If we feel we don't need it, it stays in Murray
and will be gotten rid of one way or the other!
We have very little in the condo amazingly.
I never realized how minimal of material goods you really need to still be very comfortable.
The
rest is just a collection of junk substituting for memories that take
up space and freedom since you have to maintain and clean them and
How the heck did we end up with so much stuff after 35 years in the same home?
but
everyday I choose to ride TRAX to and from work in Murray
so I see a lot of people on the train everyday.
and
downtown draws a lot of different people to it.
Terry and I love to play tour guide.
Anyway
since I ride TRAX so much and walk around downtown so much
I thought it would be fun to try and write down, everyday, (that is a lofty goal for me) who I meet or see or just whatever occurs in the days ahead as I commute back and forth.
What started this idea was Halloween, this last one in 2012. On TRAX comes a rather tall man with a mask on that looks like a red devil. All he does is stare at people and rub his long goatee.
People are so uncomfortable with him.
I mean uncomfortable!
My husband has his back to him and hasn't noticed him yet.
So I tell Terry, "turn around and look what's behind you"
Terry jumps a bit and then bursts out laughing.
You can tell the devil is laughing because even though his facial expression doesn't move, his head bounced up and down as with laughter.
As we get off the train, we must pass in front of the red devil and I say, "Thanks and have a fun evening". The red devil bows with a sweeping arm jester like what you would expect from the three musketeers.
Then there was the older man in the dirtiest pair of overalls, face and hands I have ever seen (since Terry was a painter).
His work helmet hung from a backpack - looked like probably a cement worker by the color of dust and dirt encrusted on his being.
He opens a bag from Carl's Jr. and begins to voraciously consume with his toothless mouth a hamburger and fries.
He sees all of us around him watching so he says, "I didn't get no lunch and I can't wait any longer to eat". No one doubted what a hard day this man must have had and no one bothered him as he inhaled the burger. Taking a fist full of fries with his caked dirt hands, he drops a couple on the floor of the train. Everyone is mesmerized as he bends over and grabs the errant fries off the floor.
I knew he was going to eat them.
My husband said he knew he was going to eat them.
But
He just sits them neatly back into the empty bag and continues on gumming the rest of his dinner. Burger and all we gone in less time than it takes to go from Gallivan Center to City Creek stop.
So work starts back on Jan. 2. Maybe you will hear about yourself if you ride TRAX and the blogger sees or talks to you.
