I don’t have that much time so I’m going to blast away and write about yesterday without much thought and see how that works out. If it’s short it’s short.
I have therapy on Fridays at 2:45; I usually schedule my psychiatrist appointments immediately afterward but that means I’m often rushed going to whatever my Friday night plans are. I decided to schedule the psychiatrist before therapy. The problem with that is bus and train timing. I could leave half an hour earlier than usual then walk to the hospital or take the train I usually take and cab it instead of waiting for the bus. I planned the former yesterday but spun my wheels and couldn’t get out of the house in time. I’m never late because my backup plans have backup plans. Then a series of things came up as I was about to leave the house. I left 5 minutes later than I need to get to the train station on time if I walk. I can try walking fast but that’s iffy. But better is that I walk half the way and then catch a bus. Things worked out, I got to Webster Ave and caught a bus without waiting. There are several buses I can take. There was a lot of traffic but there is also a bus lane so the bus can zoom. The best laid schemes … . There’s a car wash on Webster Ave. They decided that the perfect place to finish the job and dry off the car was blocking the bus lane. I missed my train by three minutes. I had to call and cancel my appointment.
It is important that I see the psychiatrist as I recently changed meds; now I’m on Prozac That’s made a huge difference. I still have anxiety and I still procrastinate but I’m not depressed. I’m happy. I talked about that with my therapist. She just let me talk for the entire session. I was talking very quickly and playing mental pinball. She was afraid that I was manic. I told her that this is the normal me. I always talk quickly and follow my streams of consciousness. That’s feeling like myself. But of course now I’m worried that I’m manic. I’m go to my psychiatrist’s walk-in hours on Monday and see what she has to say.
I was in no rush after therapy so my commute went extra easy. The 5 bus came on time and the train was three minutes late. That mean I made it. Usually I catch the next train.
My plan for the evening was to go to the Met game. I had plenty of time. After I got to Grand Central Terminal I decided to go to Modell’s and buy a Mets cap. There was a sale I’m not totally happy with it, they had a limited supply, but for the first time ever I got a fitted cap. I feel so hard core.
I got to Citi Field slightly later than I wanted. I missed the National Anthem. It was sung while I was waiting for the elevator. Access to Citi Field’s upper level is sadly lacking. You have to either walk all the way into the outfield and take the escalator, wait for one of only 4 elevators, that have a long wait, or walk up the stairs. The Mets simply don’t care very much for people that can’t afford the field level seats. I’ve been a bundle of aches and pains of late so I didn’t want to walk.
The Mets were playing the Nats and had their worst pitcher, Jason Vargas going. Alan and I write down our prediction for the final score and compete to see who is closer. We don’t reveal our predictions to the end. I predicted the Mets would lose 6–0 Vargas’s ERA is over 7 so that was being generous. So what happened? He was brilliant, throwing 6 shutout innings. The Mets’ flawed relief pitching was perfect. The Mets won 3–0. I’m not complaining.
Going home was an adventure, it shouldn’t be. I have several options but Google Maps and the MTA website both said that the thing to do was take the 7 to the D. The 7 runs super express after the game. I zoomed to 5th Avenue where I caught the D. It’s the same station as 42nd Street on the sixth avenue line. Then the train stopped dead for 20 minutes, between 59th Street and 125th, … twice. The gave the phony explanation of “congestion.” Congestion doesn’t delay a train by 40 minutes. We were never given a proper explanation. At least the dispatcher did the right thing and had the train run express the rest of the way. It was a fast game but I got home after midnight. I was not happy about that.
OK. Now I have to run if I want any chance of seeing Sasha Papernik in Brooklyn this afternoon. I haven’t seen her in ages and I’d like to go.
Wise Madness 