The Life and Times of Janet

Sometimes when I think about my blog I struggle to come up with things to write about. I normally operate under the pretense that I’ll know what to write about as soon as it happens. Kind of like when I watch, “Say Yes to the Dress” and the bride knows immediately that the dress she is wearing is the one that is perfect for her wedding. I never want to rush things and I certainly don’t want to waste my time writing about nothing just to post something.

This morning I was having that icky feeling of, ‘wow, I guess nothing is going on.’ So I showered, got dressed, had my usual 2 whole wheat/fat free waffles for breakfast and was out the door. I must say that I was a bit perturbed thinking that this whole week absolutely nothing of news worthiness happened to me. I meandered down the street thinking this is one of the last times I can wear my down coat because the feathers were coming out. I can only imagine what the people behind me were thinking. In my mind I was positive they were saying to themselves, “is that girl de-feathering a chicken up there?” Perhaps they even had this conversation with other people in the street. Good thing that I listen to my Ipod extremely loud and couldn’t hear their chatter about yours truly.

So just as I am about to make my last turn onto Madison, out of nowhere Janet flies by on her bicycle. Now I don’t know Janet and I am not making up her name. I believe her name is Janet because it said so on her very authentic looking miniature Empire State license plate that she had attached to her bicycle. I’ve seen Janet on my morning walks to work before, but since I was searching for some excitement in my life, I picked up the pace and tried to keep up with her.

Janet is one of those very eccentric, yet seemingly authentic New Yorkers. Off of the mean streets of Manhattan, you would think that something was wrong with her. However, in our concrete jungle, Janet is just another person making her way around town. I started to imagine a whole life for Janet and what she is like. I already know that she has wild fashion sense and I doubt that she cares that she looks like the Wicked Witch as she speeds down the sidewalk (something I don’t agree with). Janet may or may not have several cats and eat their food as her own. Janet also had a cane that she attached to the front of her bike. I assume that she has problems walking, but I didn’t notice any impediments as she peddled. Perhaps it’s for show, although I doubt that Janet does anything for show, she is simply just being Janet. I bet she is super creative and has a studio where she makes amazing art out of trash cans, Snapple bottles, and Slim Jim wrappers. She might go to Renaissance Fairs on the weekends and drink steaming brew out of a goblet. I bet she has a boyfriend who is an old stoner that helps her with her art exhibits and they spend Friday nights sipping red wine and soaking in the hot tub he built on the fire escape.

I started to become very jealous of Janet’s carefree lifestyle. As Janet took off going west on 29th street, I was snapped back to reality. I got a twinge … Janet was certainly blog-worthy.