Decided to forego the zippiness of a bike commute. Walked instead.
(Even though I am kind of a zippy walker.)
In riding the 9 to work, I pretty much only notice how slow we roll and hear only the rumbling motor. When driving, I can only impatiently focus on the impatience of pedestrians who show no doubt as to their entitlement. When biking, it's all about watching for potholes and avoiding death.
When walking, I find myself just listening and seeing. Listening, mostly this morning, to motors -- of leaf blowers and electric hammers and (yes, you can't escape) buses accelerating through intersections.
And walking up Berkeley, about to turn at Stuart Street, I saw a woman carrying a bookbag printed with this:
Well-Behaved Women Seldom Make History *Which of course made me wonder why, as I am so poorly behaved with my late nights and cereal cravings and weakness of engaging online with college boys and their lousy come-ons ... I am not more famous.
Although, maybe if I just go on with my bad self ** I will be?
* From Harvard historian Laurel Thatcher Ulrich, winner of the Pulitizer Prize. Whose husband I sang with in a choral group, not knowing of her prominence.
** Happy 600-blogpost milestone to me, BTW.