In the morning it’s easy enough, I get the 7:30am bus which leaves from about 10 minutes drive from the house and it’s straight down the car pool lane for an hour and dropped at the door of where I’m temping. Coming back though it’s a different story because the bus doesn’t go all the way… So first off it’s the bus to Fremont (an hour), the BART (Bay Area Tubey Thing) for half an hour then walk to where I parked the car in the morning then 15 minutes through the rush hour back home. And somehow it gets longer every day. I narrowly avoided making it a lot longer today because I was sound asleep when the bus got to the BART station, but the stellar driver woke me up ‘cos she recognised me before driving off to god knows where.
So there you go. My commute.
Today Hillary or Obama gets decided. 6 of one and half a dozen of the other I reckon.
The past weekend was also all American what with watching the Superbowl on the telly. Meg took pity on me halfway through and looked through my photos and made very encouraging comments so that were grand in the end. Talking of which, we went to the Alameda antiques fair which takes place on the first Sunday of each month, and since it was a mixture of brass monkeys and drizzle it was free to enter. Usually you have to pay; lots if you get there early, 5 bucks if you’re late and miss the bargains. Anyroad, it’s in an odd location that made for some nice juxtapositioning of antiquity/ modernity. I’m most pleased with this one:
Got to go, belgian endives are burning…
Sounds like my commute to some of the hospitals in Glasgow. I totally sympathise.
Cheers, Annie 😀 I don’t want to sound like I’m whinging though, in fact it’s given me a chance to get back into reading books again. I loved Wintersmith and The Steep Approach to Garbadale by Iain Banks is his best for many years. Up to page 190 it is, anyway. Can’t wait to read the rest sitting on various different forms of public transport. Happy Chinese New Year!