fajrdrako | On the bus... (Reply)

Once again this morning I went to the #6 bus stop, and once again there was a sign on the stop that it was 'not in use' and the bus would be going along Isabella St. Since Isabella St. is another ten minutes' walk at least on unploughed sidewalks, I opted to go to Bank St. again and get the #1 or #7.

It is unclear to me whether the #6 - which I'll swear is the must badly used bus route/schedule in the city - will ever be coming back to O'Connor and First. I sent e-mail to OC Transpo asking; we'll see what they tell me. The bus driver said a while back they were 'making changes'. Is this it?

When the bus was nearing my final stop at King Edward, a girl on the bus started to make wild and jerky movements. Enough to be noticeable. Then she started to slap herself on the hand and arm. Then hitting herself on the head, more wildly. Then she started to vocalize - some cursing, but mostly nonverbal sounds like growls and yelps. I wondered if she needed help, and if so, what kind. I'm sure the rest of the bus was wondering the same thing. I imagine it was Tourette syndrome? at a guess? She didn't seem likely to hurt herself (or others), but one can't help wondering if there isn't a better reaction than just sitting there watching with polite concern.

Amazingly enough, it isn't snowing today. It's sunny. Long may this last! On Saturday, I wanted to walk to the Silver Snail and back - a pleasant walk of about twenty minutes each way, in good weather. The sidewalks seemed clear, so I set out. Within five minutes it started to snow. Fairly heavily. I gave up and took a bus.

So after I'd bought my comics, I left the store, and it had stopped snowing. Great, thought I, I can walk home. Within five minutes it was hailing. I gave up and took a bus.

I really, really want to start walking again. Not just walking to work, but walking on weekends with