Did some multiprocessing this morning. Combined death cleaning with exercise. I stuffed a bag that was slated for Goodwill full of smaller things and a few items of clothing and took them to Goodwill. It’s good to get rid of things. My closet is overflowing. My possessions ended up possessing me.
I rode the bus some and I walked some. Walked enough, with that hefty bag to get my daily steps in. But, I had more than a little help from the bus.
There is a bus stop right outside The Asylum. I can go online and see exactly where the “next bus” is. I can get out of the Old Bat Cave to the bus with plenty of time to spare in 5 minutes if I take the stairs or 10 if I do the elevator. And buses are like men. If you miss one there will always be another.
After dropping my stuff off at Goodwill, and looking around the store. Where I did not buy anything. I went out to wait on the bus to get me back to The Asylum.
In good time, the bus arrived. It took me to within 4 blocks of home. Another little exercise opportunity.
Note to those who are not old yet: Learn how to use all forms of public transit before you get old and have to stop driving. It’s too late then to really ever understand how urban bus systems work. And you will have to use Uber, taxis, friends, or a car service. I would love to be profligate enough to have a car service.
About the time I turned 60, I realized that I was spending $130 every month to just park my car. And that was when I embraced the “car-free” lifestyle. Of course, Carlton had a car, but he really didn’t want me driving his car. He didn’t think I was qualified to operate an automobile. After Carlton died I drove his car once and promptly sold it.
I like riding the bus. It provides a modicum of exercise. It’s very economical. It’s totally carefree – I don’t have to do anything except get on the bus and flash my card at the fare box. It’s great for reducing your carbon footprint. And, when you are on the bus you are not in charge of anything other than when to pull the cord to get off.