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I went out into the city and had an adventure yesterday. I went to an orange-t-shirt-painting event put on by an Indigenous organization in preparation for our new national holiday on Thursday, Truth and Reconciliation Day, a day of mourning and reflection for Indigenous Residential School victims and inter-generational survivors.
It took me three tries to find the location as there was some confusion about where it was held (a parking lot) and it was in the East of the city where i don't know which way is up.
I had given up after the first two tries and was headed home when the bus turned onto the very road the event was on. It was headed the wrong way, so i just hopped off and turned around and was there tout suite!
It was mostly for kids with their moms. But i have an Inner Child and enjoyed it. The organizers were all very friendly and loving. It reminded me of Vancouver and the weekend farmer's market.
I had a great time and made a nice shirt. I took eight (8) buses total and i was a wreck by the time i got home. Public transit is such a mess in this city, THEY should pay US to ride it.
I wasn't the only rider complaining about the confusion. This old French man was laying into the driver who was Muslim and it was a bit of a farce, both of them with poor English and yelling thru the plexi-glass barrier, both in masks, the driver trying to drive at the same time.
It was pretty funny, the French are so rude!
But public transit deserves it, the train is made of Lego and broken half the time and the "parallel" bus service to replace it does not replicate it exactly and i missed my stop because the light-board announcing it was not labelled properly and it was all a ball of wax.
But i made it to the event. That's the only thing i DON'T like about my city. There's nothing within walking distance of my home and i have to take public transit everywhere.
In Vancouver i could walk everywhere.
Sigh!
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