Steam Punk

As a rule, I keep to myself s I ride the train each morning and evening o and fro work. In the morning I am often sleepy from the early hour and lack of sleep; in the evening I am burnt out, tired and often in a foul mood for any number of reasons which could stem from public service. But, I have noticed myself getting into conversations the past couple of days and sometimes quite animated. This is a new behavior for me and I had better watch it. Friday was just such a morning.

I took a later train then usual—Friday is my usual physical therapy day and I usually got into my office quite later and I also catch a later train.--and there is always a whole different crew and I never know what to expect. The train was packed when I got on board there were two power wheelchairs on board and a manual wheelchair stacked with luggage. The driver squeezed me in and I immediately started playing on my Strive—one of the best ways to insure isolation—it did not work this time.

There were a couple dressed in black a women in a power wheelchair and obviously her partner also dressed in black and worked a short top hat. I have learned since I met these two they were followers of Steam punk—Steam punk, a genre which has snuck on me . I should know this genre and I don't. I do now. Anyway, one of them asked about my tablet and how I like it and did I use it as a reader. I answered in the positive n both counts. I became intrigued with these two. I found they were going to a Animi-con being being held in Layton Utah quite a trip for someone in a wheelchair. I found the two save all year to go to this three day con , they stay at a hotel and enjoy the animation. The gentle in the steam punk hat obvious was the care taker and significant other of the women in the power chair, the two were dragging the manual wheelchair which would allow the power-chair user thee ability to get round in the hotel room freely. I was totally blown away—these two were hard core users of public transit.

The woman in the power-chair was seemed to have cerebral palsy, her speech was OK but quite involved physically—she would be a handful. I don't know what their relationship is but they seemed close and significant—most likely married or some derivative of long term commitments. They were off on a adventure on a Friday morning. I envied them. I wished I could go with them. But I had appointments that day an appointment with my boss to see how long my job would last. One of those deep , serious discussions where we discussed things relevant to me and to my future with the office where I worked.. I remember as I took part of this discussion how much I wish I were with this couple living in the moment living in the weekend. Gone...just gone.