We finally got out at Beverly Depot, and walked over to an empty train parked there. The conductor wasn't sure whether the train would be heading outbound (home), or inbound. We stood around on the platform and waited . . . No one seemed to know what was going on. I called Kathleen and talked for a while . . . No, this train would be heading inbound, we should go back to the other track to catch an outbound train. We waited some more . . . There was some rumbling in the crowd . . . I called Heidi ("I got a chance to talk to my sisters without interruptions!") Finally, the outbound train arrived, and the conductors announced it was bound for Rockport. Half of the waiting crowd yelled "Yay!" and climbed aboard. The other half moaned, and kept on waiting (me included).
At this point it was three hours after I had left North Station on my normally-45-minute ride home. Finally, another outbound train arrived. I knew right away it was my train because . . . conductor Tom opened the door and stepped out! This was the very same train I had debarked about two hours earlier!! I sat back down in the very same seat I had been warming while in the marsh. In the time it took for them to get everyone off the trains, into shuttle busses, through three towns and cooled off on the platform, they had cleared the tunnel and let the trains through. Tom shook his head as we got on; I chuckled and sat down and looked out the window because: I was placid.
How could I be so placid? One of the phone calls I made explains why. Heidi and I decided that we kind of miss being bored. With jobs and kids and pets and spouses and everything else, there is definitely no time to get bored. "Remember when we used to get bored?" She asked. "Oh, yes! Wasn't it great? Some day I want to be bored again. Have enough time to do all the things I want to do, until I run out of stuff and get bored. *sigh* I remember being bored." She told me about her friend with two young kids who did a catering job recently. They wanted someone to just stand behind the buffet table and keep an eye on it. The other waitresses were confused why they would be asked to just stand there, but Heidi's friend happily volunteered -- just stand there and do nothing, talk to nobody? No deadline? No runny noses or why's? Ahhhh, thank you! It's like a little vacation! I'll pay you so I just stand here by myself kind of half-smiling!
These days, I actually relish the opportunity to be completely still. No I-have-to's or I-really-should-be's. Mind you, it was hard to let it all go, but once I did, I was . . . placid.