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Another great big transit adventure
The answer to cab tsuris is evidently to order it the night before and hope the forecasted train of thunderstorms will have passed by the time of arrival. Being me, I took myself out on the porch fifteen minutes early to gently spitting rain, and wondered if the badly parked grey car that was sticking out into the street just down from me would hinder my cab driver in any way. (There's a fire hydrant right across from me which stops cabbies and delivery people from pulling up onto the sidewalk.) The hedge blocked my view of the car's roof or I'd have seen the diamond sign on it. My cab, a quarter of an hour early, so great. We chatted as he threaded his way downtown, taking the side streets to avoid both construction and everyone else coming out post-storm. Apparently various hill streets like Mt Pleasant have flooded in their dip parts. Which is no wonder, since we got more than a month's worth of rain in the three thunderstorms between 9 and 12.
But since I'd ordered the cab for an hour and fifteen minutes before my appointment, to allow for non-appearances, mistaken addresses, and people stealing my ride, I had over an hour's wait. Which I spent in College Park, looking at shirts to see if anyone had something long sleeved long-line in cotton. They didn't so I had an iced coffee at Tim Horton's and read The Brides of High Hill on my phone.
I am sound in tooth and jaw, hurrah, and a good thing too because just a cleaning cost me almost $300. They asked about insurance and I don't know if they meant private or Seniors' Dental, but since I have neither I said no. The sun was out and I went to Fran's and had meatloaf, which comes with mashed potatoes and a generous helping of green beans and carrots, and if they're frozen veg I'd like to know the brand because they crunch like the real thing.
Then it was debate: try to get a cab or use transit. Trains were bypassing Union Stn- how, I wonder?- because of flooding which you'd think would short the lines. But that meant everyone would be trying for a taxi, and westbound College wasn't moving much faster than eastbound that was totally backed up. Thus I walked over to University where the elevators are and got on the Spadina line. But of course two streetcars' worth of passengers flooded the platform while I was waiting so yeah, crowded car. And young dork with his ebike was taking up most of the space opposite the door where I wanted to park my rollator. Did anyway and held on to the bar. There was in fact a priority seat free right next to me, but it was one of the jump seats that are a bitch to get up from-- too low and nothing to hold on to and no space for the walker, so I politely refused any offers to let me sit in it. But a thoughtful young person behind me put a watchful hand on my back whenever we rounded a curve or stopped too suddenly just in case I was going to fall over.
What I really need to do is get the brakes on the walker fixed so *it* doesn't slide around on corners and at sudden stops.
Of course I'd intended to get on the e-w line at St George but considering the time- summer rush hour- thought better of it and went up to Dupont. Where traffic was also backed up in both directions so hell, I can walk from Spadina to home. Because I'd taken a purse instead of my backpack (purses fit better under rain capes) I didn't have my pharmacopoeia with me and between that and the mug and the involuntary tensing in the dentist's chair, my everything was very unhappy by the time I got in. Have been sitting on the couch ever since, wishing vodka was purchasable, but it's not. This is going to be a long dry summer.
But since I'd ordered the cab for an hour and fifteen minutes before my appointment, to allow for non-appearances, mistaken addresses, and people stealing my ride, I had over an hour's wait. Which I spent in College Park, looking at shirts to see if anyone had something long sleeved long-line in cotton. They didn't so I had an iced coffee at Tim Horton's and read The Brides of High Hill on my phone.
I am sound in tooth and jaw, hurrah, and a good thing too because just a cleaning cost me almost $300. They asked about insurance and I don't know if they meant private or Seniors' Dental, but since I have neither I said no. The sun was out and I went to Fran's and had meatloaf, which comes with mashed potatoes and a generous helping of green beans and carrots, and if they're frozen veg I'd like to know the brand because they crunch like the real thing.
Then it was debate: try to get a cab or use transit. Trains were bypassing Union Stn- how, I wonder?- because of flooding which you'd think would short the lines. But that meant everyone would be trying for a taxi, and westbound College wasn't moving much faster than eastbound that was totally backed up. Thus I walked over to University where the elevators are and got on the Spadina line. But of course two streetcars' worth of passengers flooded the platform while I was waiting so yeah, crowded car. And young dork with his ebike was taking up most of the space opposite the door where I wanted to park my rollator. Did anyway and held on to the bar. There was in fact a priority seat free right next to me, but it was one of the jump seats that are a bitch to get up from-- too low and nothing to hold on to and no space for the walker, so I politely refused any offers to let me sit in it. But a thoughtful young person behind me put a watchful hand on my back whenever we rounded a curve or stopped too suddenly just in case I was going to fall over.
What I really need to do is get the brakes on the walker fixed so *it* doesn't slide around on corners and at sudden stops.
Of course I'd intended to get on the e-w line at St George but considering the time- summer rush hour- thought better of it and went up to Dupont. Where traffic was also backed up in both directions so hell, I can walk from Spadina to home. Because I'd taken a purse instead of my backpack (purses fit better under rain capes) I didn't have my pharmacopoeia with me and between that and the mug and the involuntary tensing in the dentist's chair, my everything was very unhappy by the time I got in. Have been sitting on the couch ever since, wishing vodka was purchasable, but it's not. This is going to be a long dry summer.