Making Connections. OFFS. Happy Meme
Public transit is like a roll of the dice. You never know if you’re going to come up with an experience that leaves you regretting getting on the bus and being stuck in small quarters with your fellow man, or if you’ll leave the bus wishing your ride had been longer so you can continue the conversation you were having.
Last night I felt like I had rolled the dice and came up sixes. First there was the conversation at the bus stop, at 45th and 15th ave NW. Since the Nicklesville Camp has moved to the UCUCC Lot, the bus stop is right in front of it. I had an older lady waiting with me and she asked me if i knew anything about the encampment. We talked a little about it and it came out that I was Christian and had spent a short time homeless. This turned into a very surreal conversation about Christianity, having ones own path and not trying to recruit people to our denomination. She was sweet, and was interested in my ideals on everything. Rangning from what it was like to be homeless 14 years ago in Chicago, to what my thoughts were on euthenasia and abortion. She was a nice older lady, Catholic in belief and our brief conversation seemed to energize her. Stepping on the bus, I was glad for the warmth and the natural end to our conversation. She’d given me a lot to think about.
As the bus rounded greenlake a couple got on bearing a large pan, clearly come from a potluck sort of thing. I smiled and asked if they had brought enough for everyone. They said sure but i had to provide my own fork. We laughed and I went back to my knitting. The woman of the couple then began asking me about my knitting. She bemoaned the lack of knitting resources that she had and I jumped at the chance to help her. I explained about Pac Fab (and my fabulous girlfriend who works there. ), and told her of the new Non-profit yarn shop (A New Yarn) and of Fiber Gallery’s Clinic night. “Do you know of a stitch and bitch?” Sort of , but not one I go to. I gave her a business card of a friend, with information of a meetup group and my email written on the back. I waved cheerily as I got off the bus, inviting Kristin to contact me if she had any questions.
Continuing my walk home, I was glad for my little sojurn on the bus, and the chance to connect with people.
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OFFS Meter.
Have you heard of my OFFS meter? OFFS = Oh For Fuck Sake. Many little things can set it off. Snowpocolypse this year is one of those things. It’s not like I don’t like snow, I just believe it should be enjoyed at the right time and place. Take a day go to Ranier, bring hot cocoa, a camp stove to warm up some soup for lunch and bundle up. Finish the night at home with a pot of chili or a fondue night and wine to warm you up. Enjoy the snow in its best form, for sledding and snowshoeing and snowball fights and forts.
In or urban environment it’s just a pain in the ass, Though I’ll admit its pretty.
Todays OFFS Meter moment? Schools are on a 2 hour late start. No we didnt get any more snow last night, and yes there has been over 24 hours to prepare for this. Luckily Patrick can take Miss Bit to school so I can head off to work at my regular time.
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Despite what you might think reading the above, I’m happy. In fact, as I’ve been amused at my friends doing the 8 day Happy Meme I was considering sharing with you what makes me happy over the next 8 days.
I can’t.
You see, my default setting is happy. I look at my life, my house, my job and think “Life is Good.” (or LIFE IS GOOD !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Little things make me happy: I have a great cup of coffee this morning. <—– Makes me happy.
Medium things make me happy: I have plans for Christmas dinner that are coming together beautifully. <—-Makes me happy!
Big things make me happy: i’ll be celebrating my 7th anniversary with Aron in January. <—– Makes me happy!
See. If I lsted out all the little things that made me happy, you would think I’m a goof. Even if it was just for 8 days. So I’lll pass on the meme for now, and revel in my goofy happy state.



