12 Dec Muni muses 1. I can’t talk, I need to run!

Working in class and outside with study approximately nine am to ten pm every day for five courses, four in studio, and usually some on the weekends, helping my daughter with homework, she needs a dinner, plan when to go grocery shopping, we need clean clothes and sheets, communicate if she needs to come to campus because I’m working late in loom room or painting room, travel from Outer Sunset takes at least an hour to get downtown if I need to visit the museum or buy art supplies. The Muni buses doesn’t always go on time, so sometimes you will need to go for one in advance to be sure, because delays can come sudden and you find yourself soaking wet, cold and hungry on the bus stop, and with a large portfolio bag.

Sometimes during this fall, I found myself in conversation with other people waiting, patiently, impatiently. There we were at the bus stop, sharing small stories of our everyday life and thoughts. The tired mother ready to move from SF after living her whole life here, the mature adventurous woman with ideas and knowledge she wanted to share, the young man with many words about few things, the old man in a wheelchair with a sense of humour , the older woman that reminded me of my late grandmother and that needed to buy butter from Trader Joe’s in Stonestown when I was trying to catch the 18 and L to deliver my daughter’s bag with PE clothes that she forgot and was late to the museum visit for art history class..Now and then I have to wait a bit for a bus in Oslo too, and I have regular, and sometimes new, neighbours that I chat with there too. You can choose to keep your earplugs in for privacy, or just take the time to listen and share in the moment when you can’t run anywhere anyway.

Soundtrack: The Beast by Julia and Angus Stone