transit

So today is one of those typical Vancouver late-Spring/early-Summer days where the forecast is room-temperature warm with rain and sun and then rain again and then maybe more sun. An impossible to dress for day, too warm for a coat, too wet to leave the umbrella at home.

Normally I am just another anonymous commuter at the bus stop. Today, in short sleeves with an umbrella I may as well have had "Lifetime Local" tattooed on my forehead and was everyone's first choice for directions and transit information.

Tomorrow's puzzle will be getting to a 4 p.m. interview in North Van in the heat, on transit, wearing a suit, and not turning into a puddle.

I will  cross that bridge when I come to it (literally, since I'll be going over the Lions Gate.)

For now, the "15 books" meme:

Rules: Don't take too long to think about it. Fifteen books you've read that will always stick with you. They don't have to be the greatest books you've ever read, just the ones that left a lasting impression. First fifteen you can recall in no more than 15 minutes.

This morning as I was waiting to cross the street a commonplace scene played out with a better-than-usual ending. The second vehicle in line for the light was an SUV loaded up for an extended weekend at Whistler. The SUV was honking at the car ahead for not leaving enough room for the behemoth to inch past and make a right turn on the red. The extra 30-seconds of waiting was clearly cutting into the poor SUV driver's recreation time.

I had a photography gig in Port Moody tonight. The smart thing to do would have been to bring my camera with me to work, but nooooo... I had to forget about the gig until I was already at work. I had just enough time to bus home and bus back to Port Moody in time make my gig. Once I make it home again (I'm on the bus now) I will have travelled well over one hundred kilometers and spent over four hours on transit today. Guh. Me smrt.