hey tired lady
February 19, 2020
Written during a busy few days at my mom’s in San Francisco for a work offsite in Emeryville.
Toting too much stuff too far in a bag not well-designed for the task with insufficient shoes.
Heading up Columbus late at night after a long day under load.
An old homeless guy looks at me with compassionate eyes.
“Hey, tired lady,” he says.
“You got that right,” I think, giving him a weary smile as I trudge onwards.
Good stuff.
Unsettling stuff.
Food for thought.
Woke up Wednesday morning from a dream where I’d been driving as car that was in reverse.
I wanted to stop the car so I could shift it into drive. Every time I tried to hit the brake, my foot landed on the accelerator instead. The accelerator kept shifting around underfoot so that my foot would land on it instead of the brake.