Resthome coworker revelation:

When she listens to music, my one (Tibetan) coworker with an inappropriate sense of humor listens to (Indian) pop music.

Bible-reading planning.

For like over a year now, I've been hyped up on wisdom literature of the Ancient Near East, so I was very excited to read Proverbs, and it's been nice.

But, I had been planning after that to go and skip ahead to the Apocrypha and read stuff like the Wisdom of Jesus ben Sirach, but I was looking, and that's an effing long book, and in my reading plan that I had had in mind that would be a lot of long books to read in a row, like right after the Psalms and Proverbs.

So, instead, I'm thinking I'll mix in Tobit and Judith for fun to break stuff up, where I read one and then go to the Wisdom of Jesus ben Sirach, and then I read the other one, and then I go on to another long book.

The goal is "to read the whole Bible," so to my way of thinking, it really doesn't matter what order I do it in (I'd begun with the Prophets and am now finishing up the Writings, mixing in stuff from the Apocrypha as I feel it and it seems appropriate).

Job and Psalms.

As part of my efforts to live my best life, I've been trying to read the entire Bible, as contained in this standard academic study edition with nice historic and literary notes that I've had for years.

And, the other week I paused and thought, "I'm a person who's read all of Job and all of the Psalms."

It's true!

And, it's also kind of cool.

How odd to be in a restaurant again.

Like a month or so ago, I finally had a long-delayed doctor's appointment, since I'm vaccinated now and so I've been working little things like that back into my life again.

And, I was planning to go and meet my one friend who dates musicians to go for a walk afterwards since she lives nearby the doctor's office I was going to, but I got out of the appointment early and so she asked me to kill time, and so I stopped by a (Cuban) cafe for coffee and a quick sandwich for like forty-five minutes, to kill the time until she was ready to go for a walk.

It was late afternoon and not busy and the tables there were spaced apart and there was like 2 other tables there, so it was easy for me to find a good place, and I did it on the other side of the room from everyone, and I made sure that there were no air vents blowing from over the heads of the other tables and towards me.

And, I made sure to wear my mask until my coffee and sandwich came.

Then, I read an article for a research project that I've been working on, in between chewing this really really tough ropa vieja.

It was normal, but it was also just weird to be out in a restaurant again!

I gave the (younger) (Latina) counterperson a nice tip, like $7 on a $13 bill (i.e., I slid her a twenty).

Public transportation excretion.

I'm surprised at how much excretion I've run into on public transportation this past winter, especially the 1-2 months where the weather was at its worst.

Twice, I saw two different (homeless) ladies squat and piss at one end of the car in like the little partially walled-off room place that's by the door going into the next car, and once I saw a (homeless) guy go and hold open the doors between cars and stand there and piss out of the door onto the tracks as the train was just rattling down the tracks.

And once, when I was on a different line than I usually ride, this platform that I've been on before totally smelled like piss, though it never used to be like that before.

And, all that day on that last day when I was on the one platform that totally smelled like piss, honestly like one-half to two-thirds of the people on the cars or on the platforms looked (crazy) or (scary criminal), and the rest of the people were normal and looking out for other normal people so that they could go and be nearby them for safety.

I have honestly never seen public transportation in this city as bad as I've seen it this past winter.

True, occasionally there'd be someone off or scary, and on the platform near my house under this one escalator you'd occasionally see a pile of human shit there since it was kind of hidden away and I guess a (homeless) person or (homeless) people would sometimes go and shit there, but now this stuff just happens like everywhere, like ride after ride after ride.

Fun resthome exchange: Leather jacket.

One afternoon last month at the resthome, I bumped into the one (Japanese) resident in the social room off of the lobby, and she had on this leather jacket that she sometimes wears that looks really good on her.

"That jacket looks really good on you," I told her, like I have before.

And, she thanked me, and she said that it was her daughter's, and that her daughter had given it to her.

"But I got to tell you," I was like, "It looks like you're about to hop on a Harley-Davidson and go out for a long ride."

"Why - not," she was like.

Overheard at work the other day:

The other day at the resthome, the one (older) (townie) front desk worker with a frayed voice said that someone she knows had gone to Target, seen all of these (black) people coming out with TVs, and was like, “Guess the blacks got their stimulus checks.”

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