So I'm headed up to Portland tomorrow, to see my father and brother and their partners; also Peter, who's spending a couple of days with Dad.
Well, that's the plan, anyway.
...The key factor here is actually my car, which was acting weird the other day. I had, in fact, worked out a plan to have Mike's in Portland have a look at it, as long as I was in the vicinity; so one unexpected downside of coming by bus is that that would be off the table, and I have no idea when I'm going to have time to get it to a mechanic down here. (Though I suppose if next week at work is as dead as this one was, I might be able to get out early one day...hm.)
But anyway. Unless you would strongly advise otherwise, I think I'm going to take the bus, since even a *slight* chance of having my car have engine trouble on I95 is NOT something I want to combine with even a slight chance of slippery roads. So I should get into the bus station tomorrow at 6:10 or so--can you wait dinner that long?
[There is a slight chance that I might be able to get an earlier bus, but that would rely on various trains running EXACTLY on time, and I'm not betting on that.]
So, yeah, that.
(Yes, I will still make it to the latke party! I'll just take the bus home and then...grab my car, I guess? Um. But the chances that my car will sulk and refuse to start - or break down somewhere around the Arlington reservoir - will not deter me!)
Knee status: still hurty
Weather: too warm. Even Portland's (probably getting the storm tomorrow as rain, rather than snow. :(
Then again, the "probably" is the devil here. Again, :(
Oh well. For now, bellringing! which of course is also the theme of the weekend...
OK, what WOULD have to happen to catch the earlier bus? What's the schedule if everything went perfectly?
Train leaves work: 2:34
Arrive Porter: 2:49
Board subway at Porter: 2:51
Arrive South Station: 3:09
Somehow get myself up the escalators, through the train station, down the platform, up two flights of stairs and another escalator, to catch the
3:15 bus from South Station
...Yeah, probably not happening.
OTOH, there's a 335 out of Logan...hmm.
Well, that's the plan, anyway.
...The key factor here is actually my car, which was acting weird the other day. I had, in fact, worked out a plan to have Mike's in Portland have a look at it, as long as I was in the vicinity; so one unexpected downside of coming by bus is that that would be off the table, and I have no idea when I'm going to have time to get it to a mechanic down here. (Though I suppose if next week at work is as dead as this one was, I might be able to get out early one day...hm.)
But anyway. Unless you would strongly advise otherwise, I think I'm going to take the bus, since even a *slight* chance of having my car have engine trouble on I95 is NOT something I want to combine with even a slight chance of slippery roads. So I should get into the bus station tomorrow at 6:10 or so--can you wait dinner that long?
[There is a slight chance that I might be able to get an earlier bus, but that would rely on various trains running EXACTLY on time, and I'm not betting on that.]
So, yeah, that.
(Yes, I will still make it to the latke party! I'll just take the bus home and then...grab my car, I guess? Um. But the chances that my car will sulk and refuse to start - or break down somewhere around the Arlington reservoir - will not deter me!)
Knee status: still hurty
Weather: too warm. Even Portland's (probably getting the storm tomorrow as rain, rather than snow. :(
Then again, the "probably" is the devil here. Again, :(
Oh well. For now, bellringing! which of course is also the theme of the weekend...
OK, what WOULD have to happen to catch the earlier bus? What's the schedule if everything went perfectly?
Train leaves work: 2:34
Arrive Porter: 2:49
Board subway at Porter: 2:51
Arrive South Station: 3:09
Somehow get myself up the escalators, through the train station, down the platform, up two flights of stairs and another escalator, to catch the
3:15 bus from South Station
...Yeah, probably not happening.
OTOH, there's a 335 out of Logan...hmm.