Mornings...
This morning I decided, since I was running late anyway, to let my hair dry whatever way it wanted to. It's good to give it a day off. Unfortunately, even though my hair is somewhat curly naturally, it isn't in cute curls the way a boy I know's hair is. His hair is fantastic in long, tight curls. Mine... not so much. But it is soft. That's all it has going for it today.
Upon leaving my home, I was literally dive-bombed by a crow. I'm not exaggerating. As it swooped past me my hair flew up as if caught in a tornado. I literally squealed and clutched my chest from the shock of it. And I thought we had reached some sort of understanding...
An elderly woman got on the bus ahead of me, but no one got up to give her a seat. So I said to the twenty-something girl sitting in the front seat that she should really give up her seat. She ignored me, pretending that she didn't see the woman and didn't hear me, even though she looked me in the eye when I said it. But the woman beside her, who had been reading a book, immediately got up and apologised that she had been looking down. I get annoyed when young people sit in those seats and moreso when older people have to stand.
They've put longer buses on Main Street during rush hour and are discussing the same for Fraser buses. Mine was a regular old trolley.
The roses are in bloom outside the Hydro building, so it's likely time to make a tour of the city's rose gardens while they're still in good shape. Had I a couple days off in the next couple of weeks, I would consider a trip to Victoria to see the rose garden outside the Empress. But I think the Stanley Park one should be lovely right now, and I haven't been to Van Dusen for a while.
Uneventful morning.
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