The bis drivers strike again

We seem to be in the middle of an on-again, off-again bus strike here. I was all ready for my first doctor's appointment Tuesday, and ready to head out the door, when John called me to tell me the buses weren't running. At that point, there was no way I could make it accross town. It takes me 45 minutes to make the walk, the taxis were all booked up, and my bike has a flat tire. I had to call the doctor's office and beg forgiveness. They re-scheduled me for next week.

Yesterday we had bus service durning the morning. I somehow managed to throw out my upper back yesterday morning, something I haven't done in years, so I was thrilled to be able to bus downtown and back. But John was stranded when he tried to get to the dentist. By the time he gave up on the bus, hopped on his bike and raced across town, he was fifteen minutes late, and lost his appointment.

Today, the buses were stopped again. John dashed in a half-hour before his dentist appointment to say the buses had stopped mid-morning, hopped on his bike and drove away. This time he made it.

The on-again, off-again nature of this thing is very odd. I have yet to hobble down to the corner for a paper to see what the hub-bub is about. The good news is that I can already pick my head up and can almost brush my hair, so I'm well on my way to mending. That hobble to the corner is already looking better, and less painful, than it did last night.