When I was working downtown, the route names or destinations had changed. There were four busses that ran along State Street between 6400 and 100 South. I could catch the 25 Midvale or the 22 West Sandy where I had caught the two mentioned in the first paragraph. Or I could walk over to the mall to catch the 24 East Sandy or 12 Murray. It wasn't that big of a deal to walk from 6400 to my mom's house. And even though 25 and 22 were closer, I preferred the coming home on the 24 only because I didn't have to cross the street to go back home.
Thus far Jenna and I have been fortunate not to have to cross the street when we have ridden to school. We even have the option of catching a bus near the school without having to cross the street. We do have to cross a busy street near our house however. Don’t like that much. And then there is the walking.
It’s too bad that we can’t take Highness with us. I think he would enjoy the walks – but alas – no dogs allowed. And there is no way that Highness would ever pass for a service dog. What a hilarious thought.
So this morning we left the house earlier than on Tuesday (Roland was able to take her yesterday – and occasionally she may get a ride from Biff in the future – depending on how well he takes care of the car, or if it will pass inspection . . .)
I don’t know why three out of four of my kids find it necessary to be to the school 30 to 60 minutes before the first bell rings. But Jenna really does get upset if she hasn’t been given over twenty minutes to play before line up. When there are snow days and children are kept inside – guess who will go out to the playground if given a choice?
We stood between buses – and ended up taking the same one we had on Tuesday – so it did not get her to school any earlier. But I am already at the bus for the return home when the first bell rings.
Right now the walk from the bus stop to the school is comfortable. The air is not too hot. Not too cold. Perhaps a little cool in the morning – but I would rather have the coolness (or the cold even) rather than scorching rays of the sun. Jenna’s probably the opposite. But for me it is perfect weather right now.
Anyway, the bus did come early. Two stops later the bus doors opened while the driver and passengers waited. Jenna asked why this bus wasn’t moving. “It’s ahead of schedule” which is a rare thing – or at least it was before TRAX.
All bus routes have changed – due to construction – do to modernization and growth. I think that they all go to TRAX at some point along their route. But I don’t know. Perhaps I’ll become more familiar with the bus system as I go, but for now I am very limited in my knowledge.
The stop where Jenna and I have been getting off and on near her school is in front of an assisted living facility – the first one I had looked into when my brothers were both in denial that mom would need to be moved so soon. It was the least expensive of all those we had looked at. But it did not have memory care. Mom could have escaped from there quite easily.
I was told that the stop will be eliminated. Right now the bus actually goes through SLCC – but after December it will remain on Redwood and no longer through the campus. Though I have seen students get off and on. Perhaps it’s just not popular enough? I don’t know.
I was going to suggest we try another option when I pick her up this afternoon. But as we will have to do it three months from now, I suppose there’s no hurry. We’ll try the alternate soon enough. In the snow. Hey, but at least we’re both getting much needed exercise. And it seems like more quality time than having her jabber on endlessly while I am trying to concentrate on the road.
Perhaps one day when I am gone, she will look back and remember this time. And perhaps it will be more meaningful to her than it is right now.
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