urban living

Had an unexpected visitor drop by today. I was sitting at my computer but looking out the window and noticed a woman walking up to my porch. She stood by the front door, not knocking, smoking a cigarette and looking into the room I was in. She couldn’t see me because the shades were down. Evidently she wanted a job washing the windows. Hmmm, let’s see, you don’t have any cleaning supplies with you, you didn’t actually knock on the door, you threw your lit cigarette into the yard and you are creepy as hell. Yeah, I don’t think so.

After that, I headed out for my hot as shit bike ride. Rode to White Oak bayou to do a couple of loops on the bike trail. Ended up only doing one loop because just as I headed down to one of the more hidden parts of the bike trail (lots of trees, away from the street, no one can hear you scream), I saw this dude sitting on a tree stump with his back to me. Something made me check him out more than casually as I rode down the hill toward him. Finally I saw what my subconscious must have seen right away. He had a gun, out in the open, in his pack. I hightailed it away from him. Obviously. My heart was pumping, not only because I was going as fast as I could, but also because I was worried he was going to shoot me in the back. Like that short story we read in junior high about the hunters who hunt the ultimate game…man. Once out of harm’s way, I thought that a workout that involves fear as a motivator could really make people push it to the limit. You think your fat ass is motivation, but when you’re concerned about someone shooting you in the back, you can actually go even faster.

So, all in all, this was not a banner day for living in the city. Guess I should have given those beggars some money last night. Maybe they put some sort of urban pox on me. I’m a marked woman.