I got on the train the other day after work with a damp kleenex in hand. The last car, with the seats facing backwards, had a person sitting in every row on both sides. And each one of them had a backpack or briefcase or lowered tray table in front of the seat next to them. A sure sign that they weren’t looking for company. Kind of like the public transportation version of a ‘Do Not Disturb Sign’.
Feelings don’t like to be controlled, but they can certainly be distracted. I like to think that man knew his specific form of distraction was comforting to me. Maybe he’s held a damp kleenex in his hand while surrounded by strangers before too.
When I got off the train, Scott picked me up and we went to the skatepark before sunset. I fell three times and got hit in the shin by some other guy’s board when I was coming down the snake run, but I think we are making progress (I also bought a mouthguard on Wednesday. Just to be safe).
I called my grandpa when we got home. He was in good spirits, watching a lot of NCIS and recovering from a bout with pneumonia, according to the doctors. I said I loved him and he said he loved me. I could tell he was happy I called, even though he was trying to fall asleep. I went to bed that night lucky for the conversations I had that day.
We are visiting my grandpa today. In some way, I don’t know what I’ll say to him just like I didn’t know what to say to the man reading the boring paper, but I’m not too concerned because I think I learned that the less you worry about what you’re supposed to say and more about the person you’re talking to, the better things turn out to be.
And now, I have to go. But I did want to mention that the plumeria are blooming and we got some new succulents that I planted in a formerly vacant pretty blue bowl. They seemed like they needed to come home with me, although they poked me the whole walk there. They’re called ‘moon cactus’; a scientific phenomenon, it seems. The surfing pictures are from a pretty bad day in Oceanside this week, but I’ll take it.