Less Pain at the Gas Pump
I just filled my gas tank for $26.59 and feel as if I have gotten away with something, pulled the wool over someone’s eyes as I peeled away from the pump with the bargain of the century. Certainly the bargain of the year.
I can say wholeheartedly that falling prices have made me grateful that a routine purchase makes a smaller dent in my pocketbook. How can we escape the necessary purchase?
My experiment with the city bus is over. I’ll admit right now that I only rode the bus one day, to and from work. But I found it serviceable, less scary than I anticipated and a reasonable alternative to driving my own car. I can recommend it. My experiment is over because I have a new job, one that demands more flexibility than the bus timetable offers.
I have been without Internet access at home for over a week. I can say it makes me feel adrift at home. Knowing the larger world is trapped at a computer terminal at my office or the public library or a friend’s house is disconcerting. I’m writing this from my sister’s laptop now, and instead of using my own timetable I’m abiding by hers — she needs her computer for a big project. Sharing is a good thing.
It’s interesting to note that the moment I have limited access to the Internet and little time to write is the moment I want nothing more than to write to all of you pages upon pages of conversation. Maybe next time.
I completely commiserate.
One–I ride the bus to school every day. The route itself is an hour long, and since I’m one of the first stops in the morning it takes quite a while to get to school. When the gas prices were close to $4 a gallon, I certainly couldn’t afford to drive my gas guzzler across town every day. Despite the now-manageable price, I find that I’m sort of stuck in my routine. This is unfortunate, since crazy people ride my bus.
Two–We were without internet in our apartment for three weeks, and it made me very…nervous. That’s ridiculous, I know, but since we don’t have cable or a home line, the internet served as our connection to the big, bad outside world (you know, besides having to bother with going out INTO the big, bad outside world). I feel for you.