Posts Tagged ‘bus stop’

I think it’s funny what we notice. And what we do not notice.

I remember one morning driving a classmate of Annie’s to school in Southern California. We were driving the same route that her family would take since she lived near us. Of course, I chat along the way. And ask her if she sees this crossing guard with the big furry boots each day? Or the Indian woman who walks daily in her sari and a hoodie. Just pointing out the colorful characters on the way. And popping out a few more questions as we continue to school.

The kid told me she had never noticed any of them or seen any of the things I mentioned.  I thought it was just very interesting that two families taking the same ten minute route to school every single day are not noticing the same things.

Sure, things blur and eventually fade after time, like speed limit signs and horrible images on cigarette packages.

My first time through the duty-free shop in Kuala Lumpur Airport, I spied all of these terrible, graphic and sometimes unidentifiable images plastered on cartons of cigarettes.  I said to the young lady surrounded by these images, “My goodness, you have to look at those every minute of your work day!” But then later I thought, “After awhile, she probably doesn’t even notice them.”

Things do blur. And then fade. Until you don’t even notice them anymore.

But do people blur?

I got used to seeing the same people every single day and when I didn’t then I missed them. Whether it was the middle-aged Hispanic guy waiting for the bus holding a big tote bag embossed with a huge, yellow smiley face. Or the two boys that walked to school together each morning sporting the same haircut, skater boy outfit and look. Or the furry booted crossing guard. Or the Indian woman in a hoodie. And so many other folks out there.

Do people blur? And fade away? Should they?

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Here’s a quick little story. I love it.

A friend that I grew up with in Rhode Island said that it was raining hard there yesterday.

She was about to enter a shop to purchase a cup of coffee when she spied a woman at the bus stop standing in the rain.

So she gave the woman her umbrella.

Entered the place, got into line and ordered her coffee. When she tried to pay the bill she was informed that the man in front of her had already paid for it.

So, there you have it.

Goodness has that boomerang thingy. It’s going to come back to you. Maybe right away. Or maybe it will take awhile.

But that is not the reason to be good. For the benefit.

Be good because it’s right. And you will benefit. One way or the other. From the act itself or down the road.

Note: It probably works exactly the same if you are bad. So go for the good.


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I suppose, regardless of age, you wonder will you make friends when moving to a new area. It occurred to me when we were relocating from Dallas to Orange County, California.

I had expressed these doubts to my old friend, Ron, from Rhode Island. He said, “Oh please, Mary, you without friends would be like Paris Hilton without the paparazzi.” At the time, it made me feel a bit better.

Of course, since that time, I have not heard OR seen much about Paris Hilton. Lady Gaga, yes. Paris Hilton, no. But I guess that is just the way of things. For everything (and apparently everyone) there is a season.

Anyway, I have been in touch with some great ladies from my daughter’s new school in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. They answer all my questions about housing, shopping, school, etc. Very nice and super helpful.

One of my questions was about the school bus that will transport my daughter from our home to her school.

I was told by one of the women that tons of kids from the neighborhood take the bus. And that it was a great way to meet other moms while seeing the kids off for the day.

Now, hold on there, Andy!

Yes, I can be a sociable person. Even in the morning. Ask my daughter who tunes me out each morning during the car ride to school. But that’s different.

I am not really presentable at 7:30a.m. I drive my daughter to school in my pajamas. That don’t necessarily match. It’s the only time when I think plaid on plaid is totally acceptable. As is going braless. And wearing pink Crocs. And no makeup.

I sometimes say a little prayer that nothing happens that will require me to step out of the vehicle.

Sometimes I do throw a jacket over the whole getup with a half hearted attempt at hiding it all. That’s only done as a loving gesture to prevent embarrassment to the thirteen year old. And I never quite pull up to where the Middle School principal is standing in the carpool drop off lane. It’s just best that way. For all involved.

But, after much thought, I have decided I WILL be at that bus stop. Each and every day! In the spirit of new friendships. Going to turn over a new leaf. A fresh start in a new country! I WILL be there. I WILL!

It’s just gonna be at 3:30 p.m.

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