Nancy and me, on the road again.
February 16-22, 2005
A lot of the bus, a lot of Monday Nights (on the bus!), Nancy, Sharon, murals, and tea, and More.
I’m almost home, having just taken the suitcases out to the garage, run laundry, for the ba-zillionth time got up the mud the cat drug in, etc. Who else do you know who needs four days to unpack?
Not ‘being home’ did not stop me from going to a great pre-Oscar double feature with Marsha at the Promenade, catching a mess of nominations we had missed. Both Being Julia and Hotel Rwanda were much better than I feared so that was good. I do adore the movies.
On Saturday Lucas and Betsy had a delightful party for Xander’s third birthday. Three Years Old! Congratulations Xander King!!
Betsy fixed my shoulder. I was thinking how probably Betsy could fix anything. Then just now, as I was putting this together, in a blinding flash I saw that what Desda does is a lot like what Betsy does, but in a language that shares no common vocabulary. Desda can fix my shoulder too.
You can check out Desda’s website and see what I mean.
Sunday I did my Japanese lesson because Hana had been gone for a couple of weeks and I’m leaving on Wednesday for Northern Cal. I have to keep studying because I would miss Hana too much if I quit!
Tai’s grandfather made the scroll on the left and the one on the right is Tai’s first big caligraphy project. Omedetoo gozaimasu Tai-san.
Monday was a big day on the road. Lona asked me how much extra time I spent traveling these days and I’m guessing 30-90 minutes per day. What a bargin. Not only am I enjoying the process, I’m saving $49 per month in gym fees. And those 30-90 minutes per day is a great workout!
I did my first run on the #14 to Roger and Sandy’s house. No problemo, except it stops running in the very early evening so we’re not talking dinner and a show. We walked to lunch, walked to the little gift shop around the corner and then walked back.
In the middle of the day in the middle of the week…
A most handsome reflection of Big Blue! It’s Saturday morning and I spoke with this driver about the shots I was going to try and catch out the window on the way to Mom’s. ‘No problem, I’ll contribute!’ he says, and slows up just at the right times.
What a guy. Those date patches on his shoulder are in honor of Big Blue’s ‘Best Bus System Of The Year’ award and I’ve written to the office to get the whole story. Should be good.
The traffic part of downtown Santa Monica. At 4th and Santa Monica Blvd you can pick up/get off the #1, the #2, the #3, the #7, and maybe others.
The Santa Monica committment to public transportation really is quite admirable. Knowing that my 25 cents isn’t going to support this extensive network, now I’m curious how it happens. Another question for the Help Desk!
Mom in pre-op for her cataract surgery. Note the marking over her right eye. ‘Yes’. A friendly reminder to the surgery staff…
It all turned out fine although she had complaints of pain and a not sufficently attentive doctor. She really really wanted the surgery and is very happy to have had it done despite her complaints.
Since the 1st I’ve met Joe for lunch near the office, gone to Mom’s and to the movies, gone to the library, etc.. Just regular life.
I rode the evening homeless express where guys ride around with all their stuff yelling at no one, seeming not particularly desperate, and quite mad, and I rode the afternoon school express where kids try to get by without paying, generally act up, and torment the drivers.
But no pictures! I need to figure out a rap so I can ask my fellow riders if I may take their picture. So far I have not had it in me to try it even once.
The teachers were amazed that nine people showed up as visitors all because of that small write-up.
It was a wonderful experience and a bargain at five bucks. Sharon is doing that sitting on your heels move and we learned how to stand up from this position without using our hands! It was a revelation!!
This is about my first Monday Night adventure with Public Transportation.
Let’s talk numbers. The computer said I could get the 573 at the corner of Wilshire and Glendon. The 573 travels to Granada Hills very near Marija’s house and there is one every fifteen or twenty minutes during rush hour.
BUT I scoured all eight sidewalks at all four corners of Wilshire and Glendon and there was no evidence of the 573. Finally, after stomping around Westwood like a crazy person and eventually getting on the 761 thinking to at least get into the valley, I spotted the 573 at Gayley and Le Conte.
The 761 driver gave me back my transfer and let me hop off.
I asked the 573 driver if there was a stop at Wilshire and Glendon. ‘Sure’ he said. ‘Wait’ I said. Then a woman sitting in the front row said ‘oh, the stop is marked for the 534, you just need to know the 573 stops with the 534.’ Right.
All that aside, it was one cushy ride! These Commuter Express buses are a wholly different experience and apparently operated separately from MTA since the five MTA drivers I stopped during my search all had no idea about the 573. They’re white, not red like the other express buses, and they only run during rush hours, but, wow, very cush.
With my transfer from Big Blue #2 I made the whole trip for Twenty Five Cents.
The women have gathered their purses to make a contribution to the Envelope of Delights for Sunday’s party. We did enjoy another fabulouso evening of food and festivity.
After reading the news of my pending grandmotherhood Lourdes wrote me this GReeeen with envy I’m-jealous-I’m-jealous email and then this very Monday morning she learned that she TOO would be a grandmother and NOW she’s very Happy for me. Congratulations Lourdes!
Yummy yummy! Bill and Ken and I continue our monthly Tuesday night dinner. Here’s what Bill said when I said I’d be taking the bus home:
‘You must think I’m crazy that I’ll drop you off at 9:00 pm, at night, in the middle of freekin no where. Momma didn’t raise that kind of boy.’
Which points up the perhaps inevitable ride mooching scenario. I’m working on that one – attempting to avoid even the appearance of Ride Mooching but also attempting not to be belligerent or stupid. Tricky!