I’m sitting here on my couch with cold barefeet touching my chilly hardwood floors, sunlight gleaming off the frosted roofs in the neighbourhood, traffic droning past. I’m thinking today would be a good day for the scooter — sunny, cold, but a continuing forecast of clear for this day. Snow is forecasted for the weekend, and being a scooterist/pedestrian means planning ahead in seasons like winter so I’m not doomed to shop only at the overpriced stores in my ‘hood.

So, maybe I’ll swing by the market and get some meat and veggies today before the weather nosedives. Snow is called for this weekend, which is not very good because I had a lot of things I wanted to do this weekend, including a neat morning weird experience Saturday and breakfast on the far east side of town with a crew on Sunday. This city, however, is infamous for sucking ass in the snow, so having things you need to do in the snow is never a good thing, especially first thing in the morning. It’s much better to just roll with it all. I can roll with snow. I just hate giving up my plans in order to adopt a laissez-faire approach when they’re plans I was keenly anticipating. Nonetheless. I can roll with it, peeps.

I am, however, investing in my first full-month bus pass ever on Friday. I will be at one with the transitting masses, my friends.

It’s interesting. I’m going to take a few minutes later this week and buy myself a shiny new notebook for writing in (yes, a paper-and-pen type) on the bus. They say the best places for creativity are the bath, the bed, and the bus. I concur! (The Three b’s of Creativity, they call ‘em).

God knows my creativity needs a boost.

When the bus pass happens this week, everything changes. I’ll start getting out after work more, heading to shops and cafes, taking the ambler’s route home and enjoying more of what my city has to offer. I already have plans in my mind of building more walking into my routes so I can simply ramp the walking up to 5+km a day for those times when it’s hard to get to the gym at this time of year, too.

Anyone who reads me knows I love my scooter. What can I say? There’s a lot to love. Now, though, is when the scooter starts becoming very, very antisocial. Weather’s always meaning dressing in scads of warm clothes and rain gear. Who wants to drop off and see a movie or grab a bit when it means undoing the great furled scooter rider? Not me. (In the summer, though, hop and go! The world is my oyster in the summer and I see far more of it than my car-driving friends.)

The bus and skytrain are not only practical, they’re filled with people I don’t know. People I can chat with, make eyes with, and experience just a moment of life with. It’s fascinating. Yesterday I got to make eyes with a couple cute boys, which makes me think this bus thing has some promise. One thing I can do is try to dress up a little and be cute and flirty, something I certainly can’t do on my bike.

So, life is changing yet again. Funny how it’s always headed someplace, this life of mine.

Time for some coffee and granola before I tango with the world again. And, hey, look. It’s Thursday. Fantastic! And sunny! KILLER!

Methinks this blog’s going to become a record of just how rapidly my life is going to change in the coming months. On the slate this weekend is shoe shopping. Nothing fancy because my budget can’t go there, but my budget can handle practical yet cute. And “practical yet cute” is, well, at least cute, and still practical. Ooh. What a winning combination. :) Have a great day, people.