A good share of us are still breathing in sequence, plotting the new day. Start of April, so shuffling receipts from the business... a bit at a time cuz I'm not good with numbers. Garden is a solid sea of flourescent blue with splashes of bright yellow and white. Gotta put in some maintenance time on them. MIGHT get an hour to sew up a couple more quilt blocks. No time limit on those. Meds for my antique cat. PLot/scheme the next loom time, not today. Lunch with the love of my life. )) Almost warm enough for breakfast in the back garden. ))))
One day I’ll have to take public transit bus in LA. But remember back of school bus was free for all where you could get beaten up by bullies. I’ll sit in front someday.
Lounging on a bus is a superb way to imagine the past lives of so many and enhance not only your own moments, but your imagination gets wonderful exercise!
Love your rides of #B or whatever line you would like to take this evening
I love you Metro bus stories. It's a rich trove of characters to reveal to us. This one hit close to home. If only the young people understood how we lived in our young years and what legacies we brought for them to enjoy or malign. Oh well. Their time will come. The beat goes on .......
As depressing a thought as that is, it's true. And old people see that and figure why stay around. In Nevada, the top cause of death is suicide. This state has such lousy medical and elder care facilities, and a high meth incidence that seniors at least appear to be killing themselves.
While assisted living facilities are an improvement over the state institutions of the past, it really depends on the people who work there. For example, the woman who handed out meds to clients in a three-story place here would lock the elevator from use for her own convenience. If someone wanted to use it, they'd have to use the stairs instead. Imagine old people were sketchy ambulatory faculty using stairs. One person! That's all it takes. It you have a whole staff that's "for their own convenience," it becomes hellacious.
Beautifully written and insightful piece, Sharon. I guess everyone is an equal on the bus and that's a good thing, I suppose. And hey, I used to make good money!
I'd been waiting for another bus story. There are certainly wonderful stories to be told. "To be seen and acknowledged, no matter the age." What an important message to be reminded of.
Thank you, Yael, for your kind words. If ever I am at a loss for a story, I just jump on the bus. There is always a story out there -- sometimes funny, sometimes scary or sad, but always 99% true.
With all the family obligations you have and all the writing you do, you always find time to read and comment on my stories. I am so grateful, Justin. It means everything to me.
.. Gorgeously Written & Delivered ! Verily ! A ‘truly human message ! 🦎🏴☠️💋
Thanks for taking a bus ride with me, my friend. Glad you liked it.
Hey, I thought my pink socks made the outfit pop! I guess it's "Bye, bye, socks!"
Noooooo! Pink socks rule!
Well-said, old lady (friend!).
Thanks, Granny...
A good share of us are still breathing in sequence, plotting the new day. Start of April, so shuffling receipts from the business... a bit at a time cuz I'm not good with numbers. Garden is a solid sea of flourescent blue with splashes of bright yellow and white. Gotta put in some maintenance time on them. MIGHT get an hour to sew up a couple more quilt blocks. No time limit on those. Meds for my antique cat. PLot/scheme the next loom time, not today. Lunch with the love of my life. )) Almost warm enough for breakfast in the back garden. ))))
All the news from Indiana! You go, girl!
Nice job on this Sharron. Everyone has a story. - Jim
Yes, indeed. Thanks, Jim
Sharron…. You are so insightful, thoughtful, and empathetic….. I hope I may grow up to be like you….
Yikes! Be careful there. I wouldn't wish my personal outlook on anyone, Wade.
He shouts, “I used to make good money. I used to make good money.”
"Once I lived the life of a millionaire/spending my money, I didn't care..."
"...Taking my friends out for a might fine time, drinking high-priced liquor, champagne and wine... ha ha ha
You are so right, Sharon. We need to think about respecting people and not be so judgemental.
I need that reminder as much as anyone, I will tell you, Kim.
One day I’ll have to take public transit bus in LA. But remember back of school bus was free for all where you could get beaten up by bullies. I’ll sit in front someday.
Oh yeah. I remember the back of the bus in school. I never tried it.
Lounging on a bus is a superb way to imagine the past lives of so many and enhance not only your own moments, but your imagination gets wonderful exercise!
Love your rides of #B or whatever line you would like to take this evening
Thanks for this encouragement, Jill! I loved your piece this morning, too.
I love you Metro bus stories. It's a rich trove of characters to reveal to us. This one hit close to home. If only the young people understood how we lived in our young years and what legacies we brought for them to enjoy or malign. Oh well. Their time will come. The beat goes on .......
Everyone who lives long enough has the experience of fading, of being invisible before we die. Maybe it makes our dying easier?
As depressing a thought as that is, it's true. And old people see that and figure why stay around. In Nevada, the top cause of death is suicide. This state has such lousy medical and elder care facilities, and a high meth incidence that seniors at least appear to be killing themselves.
Yikes! An appalling thought.
Yeah, the future looks pretty bleak from here. As long as my grands needs me, I'm good though.
Oh my goodness, that's a devastating and shocking statistic, Sue. xxx
While assisted living facilities are an improvement over the state institutions of the past, it really depends on the people who work there. For example, the woman who handed out meds to clients in a three-story place here would lock the elevator from use for her own convenience. If someone wanted to use it, they'd have to use the stairs instead. Imagine old people were sketchy ambulatory faculty using stairs. One person! That's all it takes. It you have a whole staff that's "for their own convenience," it becomes hellacious.
I just cannot imagine why anyone would do that.
selfish
The behaviour of some people in society is absolutely appalling. What a horrific situation!
Beautifully written and insightful piece, Sharon. I guess everyone is an equal on the bus and that's a good thing, I suppose. And hey, I used to make good money!
So did I. I spent it all. Had a great life. Now I am busing it. It was all worth it!
Haha! That's my Sharron.
I'd been waiting for another bus story. There are certainly wonderful stories to be told. "To be seen and acknowledged, no matter the age." What an important message to be reminded of.
Yes. I have to stop lamenting my own invisibility and get out there and help others feel "recognized".
Another very enjoyable ride.
Well, thank you, Kathleen! I appreciate so much your re-stacking of my little stories. You are very kind.
You’re so talented , Sharron! I love your bus ride stories. Thank you so much.
Thank you, Yael, for your kind words. If ever I am at a loss for a story, I just jump on the bus. There is always a story out there -- sometimes funny, sometimes scary or sad, but always 99% true.
Beautifully written, Sharron. There are so many important reminders embedded in your bus stories, and your humor always shines through!
With all the family obligations you have and all the writing you do, you always find time to read and comment on my stories. I am so grateful, Justin. It means everything to me.