Big Ol' Jet Air Liner

Today as I was cleaning off tables at work I noticed a very sweet couple. They were sitting close gazing at eachother, one in a wheel chair, the other with tiny, crooked legs. I see them around Moscow all the time, she's chatting away with her legs being challenged, but working, while he can do nothing but listen. I heard him talking to her. His words are slow and dragging and his movements are jerky and under developed. They are quite the couple and I loved taking little glances their direction. I saw them share a kiss. It wasn't a hollywood we're-so-cool-we-kiss-like-it's-no-big-deal kiss. It took effort. Though his motor skills are less than developed, he leaned in to kiss her face, and even though his lips weren't in the "proper" kissing form, it was the sweetest thing I'd seen in a long time...It might as well have been the perfect kiss. Their relationship at the Bagle Place today was nothing short of giving lonliness a boot out the door. We were playing Queen on the stereo, and though he couldn't really talk, he was trying to sing along. He'd stroke her back with his hand always in a fist, and she'd smile at him and occasionally touch his other hand. All this was the highlight of my day.


We have pumpkin bread upstairs, but I don't really care about eating it. There's chicken in spaghetti sauce covered with cheese up there, too...But again, it doesn't interest me. I have juice left over from the weekend which semi-appeals to me, but drinking calories is worse than eating a cookie. As of now, eating seems like a hassle. I'm too tired to eat. It's too boring when there's no one else around. I'm not even hungry either; therefore, I will not eat. I am lazy, tired, a tiny bit discouraged, and just stuck in this silly neutral state. Something exciting'd be nice for a change.

It was this side of 4 months ago that I was doing my final packing for my week long trip to Hawai'i.