Category: Life in the Big City

A productive day

~ susie ~ 1 Comment

I had a doctor appointment downtown yesterday morning.

He said, “I guess you have a lot to write about.”

“Yeah, you could say that,” I told him.

I said if he was looking to donate, he should send money to the Senate races in Florida, Texas, and Montana.

“Really?” he said, looking skeptical.

“Oh yeah. Texas and Florida are virtually tied, and Montana — it depends on a couple of things, including an ongoing court case, but we want Jon Tester to keep that seat, so it can’t hurt.”

So that’s cool.

As I was driving home, I went past the National Constitution Center, where tonight’s debate is taking place. I have never seen the area like this — some big-ass cement barricades, and new metal fencing that looks a lot stronger than anything I’ve seen. They blocked off everything within a two-block area.

Nice to know Kamala Harris is safe from MAGA. Except the one on the stage, of course.

I think we’re gonna be okay

~ susie

My Uber driver yesterday was from Georgia (the one in the former Soviet Union) and he’s been here 20 years. He didn’t speak Emglish well, but he did manage to say “Kamala! Me, yes?” pointing to himself.

“She is a beautiful woman,” he said.

“And a very smart one,” I said.

“Yes, but very beautiful.”

Most of the Uber drivers I talk to are Republicans. This is a good sign.

Eclipses and earthquakes

~ susie ~ 2 Comments

We just had a 4.8 earthquake here on the East Coast. It felt really different from the one we had in 2011. Like in that one, I was sitting at my desk. But the last time, the floor felt like a wave and my chair was rolling back and forth. The grass cracked on several framed prints. The shelves next to my desk were rocking, I was afraid they would fall over.

In this one, it just felt like something huge hit the side of my house. The entire building shook.

For some reason, eclipse periods activate earthquakes. Same as it ever was!

Life from the back seat

~ susie

Last week I had to take an Uber to the doctor’s, and I got into a conversation with the driver. He told me about when he was a FedEx driver, and got shot in the stomach. He has a license to carry and shot back, killing his assailant.

He wasn’t happy about it, said it still bothered him. He said he’d like to talk to some youth groups about gun violance.

We started talking about all the young kids who get shot down almost every day. “I know,” I said. “It’s why I want to move out of here. It’s just so sad, that every single day, another little kid gets killed.”

“I grew up in Brooklyn, and I never saw all the guns I do here,” he said, shaking his head.

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