entelein | (no subject)

The return flight was on a jet so small that we had to take most of our carry-on and have it dumped into the cargo hold anyway. Rather annoying. But, the flight was uneventful, and I slept for most of it.

Brilliant sunshine in Chicago to welcome me home, with an edge of chill to remind me.

There were two LDS women on the bus, carrying boxes full of pamphlets and things. One aggressively pursued a conversation with the woman sitting on the seat next to hers, and in the few minutes it took me to get from the train to my stop, she'd managed to get the girl's first and last name, as well as her address and phone number. She was narrowing down the girl's schedule as I rang for my stop and lugged my carry-on towards the back exit door.

A little earlier, there was a crazy man outside my living room window, and since Jinxie had called, he could hear the guy clearly. His voice was rough and shredded sounding, as if he'd been yelling for several hours straight. He was screaming profanities and having a running dialogues with himself - stuff about hillbillies and anal sex and 25,000 dollars and one million dollars ... When I caught a glimpse of him through my kitchen window, he was facing out to the street, talking to no one. He had a pen behind his ear, dark, curling sweaty hair clinging to his scalp, and that deep red tinge to his skin that indicates some serious drug use or alcoholism. Almost as if he were sunburned. He gestured wildly with his right hand, like he was arguing a very important point as he flung water droplets out the ends of his fingers. Frenetic, disturbing, and a little scary. He went away, finally, and the resulting calm was shocking.