tales from an ordinary world

2001-07-18

It's raining. I'm walking. I've gotta go, I've got somewhere to be. They're waiting, hopefully not impatiently. I left my umbrella on the tram last week, so I'm wet, but happily wet. I missed the tram, so I'm walking. It's raining, but on and off.

I arrive. We keep walking. I'm a bit flustered, and I don't really know the other person we're with, so I keep quiet, walk behind, speak when I'm spoken to, and so forth. I navigate, when we're all in the car. I might've never got around to getting my driver's license, but I can navigate. I love maps. So it's fine, it's fine.

We drop her off, and wind back around the dark lake towards home. Dinner first, though. My evenings have all been some kind of rush like this, lately. "Fusion" noodles in a cramped, but nice enough little place in hip Middle Park after work yesterday, near the old train line that got turned into a tram line. I could see people still coming home from work off the recently repainted trams while somebody came into pick up some food and talked to the girl at the counter about some house for sale on the weekend, and how he was moving out. The staff, between them, seemed to know everybody who came in, except for us - I wondered if they knew we weren't from around these parts...I guess it was fairly apparent. The food was odd, in that disconcerting fusion kind of way - people's idea of how food could be, and it's not too bad but either I wasn't as hungry as I thought, or they misjudged the proportions of food.