The bus trundles up the hill and stops just shy of the crest of the hill near cumberland. the thought pops into my head that during our big snow dump of a year or so ago the bus never would have even paused for the girl waiting at that stop or any stop even vaguely resembling an incline. i wondered what it was like to get around new west during that time. as he cruises into the stop, the engine bucks in protest at the deceleration. i swear there's jet engines in the butt of the bus judging by the sounds coming from behind me.
i didn't dilly dally uptown and i feel triumphant at making the entire trip in the 90 minutes allotted by the bus ticket. of course, even with a list, i forgot an item or two. i know part of the reason why, though. i trolled the aisles of the save on foods searching high and low for udon noodles. i finally asked for some assistance from a stocking clerk. turns out they are kept in the refrigerator section of the produce section, where they keep sprouts and special vegetables. he was clearly in a chatty mood and asked me if i made my own broth and i confessed i didn't but used a packet seasoning that i got at a japanese specialty food store in the west end thinking that would be the end of it but he followed me and engaged me a little while longer.
the weather has abruptly turned from a pleasant spring day a black angry sky threatening rain. a few spats of rain hit me as i turn the corner home. laundry and sundry are still on my list of things to do today.
just another day.