September 14, 2015
Last weekend Mom & Dad came to visit over the Labor Day holiday. We got to show them our apartment and the neighborhood, and they requested deep dish pizza since we are living in Chicago, after all! We made plans to meet Aunt Michele at Giordano’s.
Aunt Michele noted my new phone, asking how I liked it, and wondering about it as a possible option fro Grandma. I gave it my recommendation, and Colin mentioned the dictation feature. We had tried it a few days earlier and it worked perfectly. I pulled my phone out to demonstrate and narrated the situation, “I’m with Mom and Dad, Aunt Michele and Colin at Giordano’s eating deep dish and thin crust pizza,” waiting confidently to see the words appear.
Imagine when I should instead read, “Mom Nana deep crispy at the face at the douche…” I about cried I laughed so hard. How embarrassing, too!
Note to self: dictation probably doesn’t work so well when in a crowded space with a lot of background noise…
September 11, 2015
I gave Colin a big hug and kiss this morning as he dropped me off at the train station- it’s one of my favorite things to catch sight of him as we chug back in the evenings. A lady pulled me aside this morning and said, “A friend and I were talking, and we just love seeing the two of you. Your young love is beautiful…and we’re so old!” It was sweet.
May our young love grow old well, and never ever end.
1 Corinthians 13:8, “Love never ends…”
September 10, 2015
Today I had the opportunity to speak with a water taxi acquaintance who also works in my building. As with many of the other commuters, there’s a certain level of recognition and friendliness, but rarely do you have the opportunity to talk. Or rather, sometimes the opportunity is there, but it’s overlooked and shut down.
So today it worked out- no one I knew was there yet, and so as I walked up, I just said, “Hello, how are you?” to him. And a conversation began! It pleases me a great deal to get past the coldness of being strangers and to become acquaintances. It all happens in 30 seconds- suddenly you aren’t a single point in space, but you are engaging in community as God designed it to be!
Which brings me to technology. I will readily admit that I am old fashioned; I know it is true. But it can be quite isolating and lonely to be in a room full of people all wearing headphones or texting. It may create a “global village” or sorts in one sense, but if we are not careful it will be one shallow village.
But anyway, it was great to have some conversation on the water taxi today. Hooray for another acquaintance!
September 9, 2015
Lately life seems to have an amazing number of lessons to be learned, questions to ponder, stories to be remembered and habits to be formed. New life experiences have given me insight into how I might love and have compassion on others, and for the sake of not forgetting down the road, I find myself compelled to write!
Public transportation is an experience that I am thoroughly enjoying for a number of reasons–it is a good way to commute, for one, but it also provides the opportunity for the smallest of influential interactions to occur, and some wonderful people-watching. Being in the city, I find that many are distracted by thoughts of where they are going and what they are doing, rendering them quite tunnel-visioned: head down and their speed ratcheted up to the speed walk. In my opinion, this is quite a shame, as it is a most interesting place to be! As a newbie to the city and public transportation, I’m sure I’m especially wide-eyed and intrigued by all the hustle and bustle, but I hope my enthusiasm doesn’t change!
Back to the influential interactions, though–it is a wonder to observe the interconnectedness of people. We are inexplicably aware of one another, whether or not we acknowledge it, probably a part of the Lord’s design for community. There’s this one captain on the water taxi that always wishes people a wonderful day, and tells them to work hard. It means a lot to the passengers and they usually smile and return the well wishes.
Yesterday I saw two people who usually ride my morning train outside of their normal contexts. The first is an elderly gentleman who usually boards the train with his wife at the same time as I do. We crossed paths as I was heading to lunch and he, presumably just leaving. The chances of such a meeting seemed so unlikely that it took us both quite by surprise. Though normally we might only exchange a brief smile and nod, the warmth of seeing a familiar face caused a brilliant smile to cross his face (and mine also, I’m sure!). It was lovely.
The second encounter seemed profound only for its proximity to the first. On the elevator only just after, I recognized a girl whom I recognized from the train. It seems the city is getting smaller and less daunting as it becomes more familiar.