It’s going to be dark soon. As I sit here in the den eating my cheese and crackers I’m using one of the few electrical devices that work. My Blackberry. I can get e-mail and I can update my blog.
There has been a power failure. This is the first time in several years. But it would happen today.
At least the temperature is moderate. No need for a furnace. No need for air conditioning.
Linda said it’s a time to embrace some traditional pass-times, like reading a book and then without pause announced she was leaving to go and play bridge.
Linda’s gone.
It’s getting too dark to read.
I arrived at the subway this morning at the usual time. Caught the first train out of Finch. The boy came down with me. He had a final exam today. 9:00.
As we approached the third station going south, York Mills, an announcement advised the train would be turning back at the next station and everyone was to leave the train. There was some problem further down the track [1]. Shuttle buses would take us to St. Claire.
This has happened several times before. Usually there are no shuttle buses, only a lot of people milling about trying to figure out what to do and where to go.
I dread this.
This time seemed different.
Sometimes you end up getting back on the train as it just continues on. My neurotic side attributes such events to a grander scheme to take my seat and force me to stand the remainder of the trip.
When we arrived at the designated spot there were buses. Surprise. They quickly loaded and were off.
In the end the whole episode only added about 15 minutes to the commute. The return trip would be much longer. But not due to lack of shuttle buses.
It was because of traffic.
On the return home, in the leg of subway still working there is a portion that runs out side. As we passed through that section there was a tremendous thunder storm and downpour.
As a result there was a power failure which affected the traffic lights which in turn affected the traffic.
As I finally got to our street I noticed fallen branches from the trees.
The colours after a storm are impressive.
It’s quiet. Only the wind. No power. It’s getting dark.
More cheese.
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