JUNE 5 - Sky Train Statistics, Actually Working at Work, and a Rerun, Poetry Style

On the Sky Train this morning, I made a point of looking for all the fun-loving people Transit believes ride in their buses and trains. This is the result of my observations:

1. 52% of commuters were listening to some thing traveling up a cord to their ears
2. 26% were reading the free newspapers or books 
3. 110% were texting
4. 23% were sleeping, nodding off, or jerking awake
5. 2% were completely aware of their surroundings
6. 70% were acting very nonchalant, a sign they sneaked on without paying for a ticket
7. 19% were eating breakfast, and 18% of these 19% were using chopsticks to do so
8. 0% appeared to be having fun, and
9. 1% was looking forward to seeing an eagle on the way, but was sorely disappointed, so ended up in the 1, 2, 3, 4, and 8 groups

Today was my third day at work, and for once I did work. I got on my hands and knees even before I opened the store, and washed all the bottom shelves, which were pretty dusty. I'm sure if I had a DIY carbon dating test I could have dated some dust bunnies back to prehistoric times, even though the store has only been open for 15 years. Then I used the push sweeper to pick up the overflow from the carpet, so my boss would think I vacuumed. When she came to work just before noon, the store was spotless, the shelves were neat, and after my yesterday spent restocking and tidying the yarn shelves, everything looked great.

Dinner was quick and easy - Howard fried up some potatoes for him, and I made me a cheese and egg omelet. Now I'm waiting for some boiled eggs to cool down so I can make some egg salad for his sandwich for tomorrow, because when you just have chips for dinner, there ain't no leftovers for the next day's lunch. Bummer.

In reference to yesterday's ramblings - I was going to post a rerun of a poem I wrote a few years back, called The Story of My Life in 5 Decades. A lot of you may have read it, and a lot of you may have no desire to. It does rhyme though - some of you may like it! So here it is, just below .....

THE STORY OF MY LIFE....in 5 decades

the fifties were my first decade

when my first memories were made

our little home with walls of stone
and now, like lots of things, it's gone
my daddy's horse, our big white cat
and other little things like that

the sixties brought us overseas
where i made brand new memories
living by the sea in bliss
learning to swim with jelly fish
skating til dark with my dog at my side
mostly alone, but i didn't mind

the seventies brought me lots of things
oversized coats and wedding rings
kisses on Gun Hill, a tiny wee house
a bouncing wee baby for me and my spouse
co-workers and friends i held close to my heart
and they'd hold me together when i'd fall apart

the eighties brought treasures of friendships and love
and the me that i was, came back into my soul
and the bad times were eased by the waves and the sun
and the cries of the gulls when the morning begun
two babies came crying and brought me more joys
and my life had a purpose, my three little boys

the nineties brought change in a mindblowing way
when we packed up our stuff and moved so far away
new ocean, new city, new jobs and new friends
a brand new experience round every bend
no regrets, except family and friends left behind,
our memories keeping them all in our minds

those decades add up, and no longer we feel
middle aged, and that's scary - the grey hair is real
and our little boys are all finally grown
with true loves and dear little kids of their own
we continue the journey, no matter what comes,
for beginnings are not only made for the young