Category Archives: Transit

Travel

It’s never been unmitigated funto travel to or with my family.That’s not because of them or anyoneoutside myself – the issue is with me.I’ve always loved my time alone. I shun,as far as I recall, all company.Except (and here’s the … Continue reading

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Bad Transit (or: Shit Show)

I like the train for the diversity,and also cause it lets me drive nowhere,but sometimes a repellant qualityconfronts and makes the journeying unfair.The mass I noticed in the bathroom sinkwas not a bean puree, I dread to think,and though the … Continue reading

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Mask Alert

The buses still require masking here,and most of them will give you one for free.But there’s no substitute for bearing gear;at end of day, they make no guaranteeyour bus will have one left – uncivillytoo many take too many and … Continue reading

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Travel Tweak

I travel-tweaked my back on Thursday last(the lumbar left is weak and I am old).And that was after hoisting weight too fast(at 18 months, the grandkid’s big and bold).But now I’m visiting, at rest, in foldof family, away from all … Continue reading

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Good Penalized

I always travel light. I like to beas unencumbered as I can arrange.I want my back relaxed, my fingers free,and so for airplane comfort, I’ll exchangesome toiletries and extra shoes and gearfor compact case (I barely take enough).I savor foot … Continue reading

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Pit Stop

I travel nervously. I’m best alone,and any quiet helps me get along.I leave with time to spare – I check my phonetoo often and I stress I’ve scheduled wrong.So I appreciate the hidden zonebetween two terminals, away from throng,where there’s … Continue reading

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Buffer

Morose comes close to capturing the toneI first encountered entering their place.Initially the mood, in loading zone,was almost joyful, and the greeting facewore happy looks from mouth to curving eyes.But when we left the car to eat our foodI sensed … Continue reading

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Tuesday Travel

I walked one way. It took me near an hour.And then I rode two buses to return.The walking gave reminder of my power,and from the bus rides I found things to learn.My body still has strength. My heart can laugh.I … Continue reading

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Watching Birds

Four mornings watching birds take food outsidesome windows that I visit now and then,have entertained and taught. Identifiedby plumage as they flit and light again,assorted by their size and where stripes narrow,I know a nuthatch from a finch or sparrow.

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Travel Pix

Outside the bike shop, waiting in the car,digesting lunch I gladly paid to eat(while visiting, 500 miles faraway, where loved ones live and snacks are sweet),I gazed at scenes unlike the sights my streetaffords: a different cityscape than home.I ventured … Continue reading

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