tales from an ordinary world

2002-09-15

Despite the return of forgotten weather I'd committed to indoor pursuits, so I walked up the hill while I waited for the next tram. A cyclist huffed and puffed up to the traffic lights while cars effortlessly glided past. My achievement was minor, but it was the kind of day where you could feel good about having done almost anything.

Last week's hurdles are out of the way (at least, I think so), so I went and bought a few more geek bits in order to create more work for myself - it wasn't just post-shopping guilt this time, it was also a sense of "what the hell am I doing ?", only too late.

Later, in both of the local shops I wander into, I see a schoolkid I remember seeing on the morning tram working there. I don't know if they'd recognize me, but they seem evasive, and somebody else serves me instead, like the perky american-accented girl with the bright pink nail polish (life imitating stereotype ?).