More transit adventures
One must see one's medicine person, in person, every two years to ascertain, as he said, that one is not an addict stocking up but a real live human being. So I gave myself 90 minutes to go four subway stops and promptly got on the wrong train at Bathurst onaccounta not remembering which elevator I used to take to get to work in winter. Ah well. Eventually got going in the right direction, got to St. George, hesitated to get on the elevator there because I had some confused idea about going down from the e-w subway, which you can't do, and eventually made it on to the Spadina line. Only somehow the elevator at Queen's Park wasn't where it had been when I was coming home from the AGO ie on the north-east corner. Was instead in the MARS building which is Toronto's version of Shinjuku Station ie 'get yourself outside asap or you'll never be found again.' But outside involves a hefty hike to Elizabeth St. Which shou ga nai I hiked, and was still 40 minutes early.
Casting about for a decent take-out place to lunch at, I came across a corridor that promised to take me to the TTC via MARS, and post-appointment I took it. Winds about and is badly signed and I distinctly remember doing this five years ago with no support and god did that hurt. But somehow got myself to the subway anyway. Intending to transfer back to the e-w, I noted the hordes getting off at St George and descending to the Bloor line, so went up to Dupont as ever. Missed the bus by about two minutes so trudged westward, thinking there was an LCBO in one of the new condos up there. There isn't, of course. I really must get out more because the locational fuzz is getting worse. And something was hurting my foot as well so I didn't go to the LCBO past Christie. Bought ill-advised Bailey's rip-off at Loblaws instead (and when are they going to start stocking coolers, huh? What's the point of having DoFo in your pocket if you aren't going to take advantage of his opening up the liquor franchises, huh?) Am not worrying about calories. I walked 10,000 steps today and boy am I feeling it now.
Casting about for a decent take-out place to lunch at, I came across a corridor that promised to take me to the TTC via MARS, and post-appointment I took it. Winds about and is badly signed and I distinctly remember doing this five years ago with no support and god did that hurt. But somehow got myself to the subway anyway. Intending to transfer back to the e-w, I noted the hordes getting off at St George and descending to the Bloor line, so went up to Dupont as ever. Missed the bus by about two minutes so trudged westward, thinking there was an LCBO in one of the new condos up there. There isn't, of course. I really must get out more because the locational fuzz is getting worse. And something was hurting my foot as well so I didn't go to the LCBO past Christie. Bought ill-advised Bailey's rip-off at Loblaws instead (and when are they going to start stocking coolers, huh? What's the point of having DoFo in your pocket if you aren't going to take advantage of his opening up the liquor franchises, huh?) Am not worrying about calories. I walked 10,000 steps today and boy am I feeling it now.