The benefit of not having buses is that I won’t hear the early morning bus go by if I’m up at 4AM and 5AM. I haven’t been up that late in a long time.
I had to go to school for a meeting, so I walked. I brought along my newly-acquired snowshoes so that I could take the bike path that cuts through the Centrepointe area. This path is faster than taking any major roads from my house. After the recent blizzard, I figured the path would be travelled, but difficult (hence the snowshoes), but to be surprise, it was completely ploughed! On my way home, I donned the snowshoes and walked around Centrepointe park – at least until the battery in my camera died.
Is walking a realistic alternative to public transit? It is in some cases. For instance, the walk to school was a pleasant one, given that the weather was nice. And to be honest, it isn’t something I’ve ever done. The only time I had not taken the bus to get to school was the one time I biked along that same path earlier this fall. The 40-50 minutes it takes might get old over time though, especially if it got really cold.
I do, however, really like the idea of showshoeing. I hated it back in elementary school when we would use the big, heavy wooden ones. Not too long ago, I got the idea that I would like to try it again, with a more modern, aluminum set. I figured since I love winter so much, I should go and do more outdoorsy activities, beyond skating on the canal (which I hate and only do once a year). Perhaps I’ll actually try snowboarding this year. It looks so easy in 1080 and SSX, after all!
Day two wasn’t much of an issue, even less so than yesterday was. As I ponder how I’ll get to and from work over the weekend, I’m hoping that the City and the transit union stop acting like fourth graders and start actually trying to resolve their issues. At least the union leader isn’t doing interviews anymore. A 10-year old could give better interviews – 10-year olds are in the 4th grade, after all.
Speaking of which, I did see Dan in Real Life last night. It was a surprisingly good movie, with actors in roles in which you don’t often seem them. It also makes me not want to wait to have children. That movie might have caused a strange dream in which I was introducing to my family two women (one slightly younger and one significantly older, though neither are people I actually know) who were pregnant by me. However, it was all elaborate, like a reality show, with all kinds ot twists and turns and “you’ll find out… when we come back!”-esque moments. I guess that would be the best way to go about such a situation.