You never know

Subway scene: Young guy, maybe 18 or so, artist. Glossy black hair, needed a cut. Blue eyes. Wearing a brown sweater that was way too big for him. Had one of those huge sketch pads leaning against his knee, and an open notebook. He was drawing one of the people sitting across from him. I'm not sure if she noticed. I took a seat, and the guy next to him leaned over and made a joke. Both guys got off at Market. I wonder where the artist was going? Maybe the Art Institute.

I was listening to John Mayer on my pink IPod mini, and I felt surrounded by art on the Broad Street line. I might need to put the artist into the novel that is in the back of my head, wanting attention. Artist boy probably saw me in my pink coat and sensible sneakers and too-long pin-striped pants (gotta get these hemmed) and thought I was a boring businesswoman. He probably didn't even see me. But I was watching him, reflecting on art. It just goes to show, you never know about a person's life.

It's like the first time I went to lunch with Beth after she started chemo. We'd known about the cancer for about two weeks by that point, and Sheri and Becky and Beth and I went to Friday's and had lunch and I know we looked completely normal. Four friends out for lunch on a Saturday. But it didn't feel normal. It felt like the world might come crashing down any moment.

Now, of course, Beth just has cancer. She's going to chemo and it sucks, and its horrible, but it's just part of her life, and everyone does what they can to help.

I'm not really sure how I got from Artist Boy to cancer, but there you go. You never know.

first post

so, this is what happens when i get bored at lunch. maybe this should be my bored lunchtime blog, where i talk about nothing interesting.