I'm pretty much bitching to anyone who will listen right now, and the husband is asleep so hello. TTC is on strike as of now. On a year where the heat wakes me up in April, when we've had much earlier smog warnings than previous years, when there's a lot going on in the city for people to get to the one service that keeps the city greener has walked off the job. I don't disagree that their jobs are challenging and unpredictable. I don't disagree that they, like all other workers, deserve raises from time to time. However, whenever they strike I remember back when I was a home support worker and got to my clients via TTC. Home support workers don't make enough for cabs, don't often have cars, and are often booked far from their homes in order to make a living. Home support workers take the bus - and clients rely on the companionship, cooking, cleaning and personal care provided by them. Today there are elderly and vulnerable and palliative people across the city alone and a little more vulnerable than they needed to be. That? Is wrong.

Personally I fee like a little bit of a jerk right now because as much as I know there are single moms who can't get to their less than understanding jobs, family outings canceled and maybe even people alone who shouldn't be, I'm mostly annoyed for myself today. I'm aware of the other stuff but oddly more bothered by my own inconvenience, which makes me a bit of a tool. I've got a volunteer shift at the Green Living Show. It's far. I don't have cash for cabs, I don't drive. I also haven't ridden a bike in 17 years and as someone made up of an embarrassing lot of flubberly goo (although 7lbs less than three weeks ago, go me!) who's a big spaz and able to hurt herself with common household objects previously thought harmless - I am not at all really ready for this. I'm going to try to stay out of large amounts of traffic (hard to do on a day when everyone is forced to drive) and...well, try. I have a lock. I have a helmet. I have a hope in hell that without a tune up the new untried used bike will hold, it was gifted by a trustworthy looking yoga instructor from craigslist. (thank you Emma!) Hopefully I will be in some sort of useful shape when I get there, hopefully I will make it back in one piece (wedding tomorrow, kind of important) and hopefully the TTC will a) get what they want and b) be deemed an essential service and rendered unable to hold a city hostage again.

Right, this is it. If I get hit by a car or something I leave everything to the fabulous husband, request that Lt. Ripley be cared for and three kegs and a port fountain at the funeral. If I make it...we'll have a port fountain anyway for my next birthday party, because that sounds very nice. Must not drink and ride, must not drink and ride...will very likely be drinking tonight.