Buses

The topic for today is...buses!! Why, you must be wondering, would Wintry choose to blog about buses? Because buses have played a prominent role lately. Take, for example, the bus trip Aoife and I took yesterday. So, here we are with our three cars--and only one of them drivable (anybody want to buy an overheating VW Golf?) which Paul took to work. Mondays are our Mama and Baby Yoga days, and if we don't go, I feel like the whole week is thrown off. So, I decided we would hop on the bus and take it to the other side of town so we could do some downward dog stretches. By the time we walked to the bus stop (and missed the first bus) Aoife was asleep and she slept the entire bus ride, which was great. Then, post-yoga, I headed back home with a very awake, very agitated baby. We got on the bus, got ourselves situated, and Aoife began to cry. Loudly. The entire bus ride home. Fortunately, we were surrounded by several very drunk men and a few mentally ill women, all of whom were giving me parenting advice. "Ssssiinng, you gotta siiing to yer baby." "She's a-hertin', I know, that's a hert cry." "Is it a girl? Why's a girl makin' such a racket? Girl's don't cry." Well, apparently, this girl does. Perhaps it was the scent of Olde English and old socks wafting through the air. Maybe it was because the woman who was talking non-stop to her photo of Jesus was making Aoife uncomfortable. Or maybe her gums just hert.

The other reason I write of buses is because we need to move our 1947 International school bus out of Mosier. The problem is that it's tucked back pretty far into the woods. It seems the easiest way to pull it out of its current location would be an airlift. Anybody got a spare helicopter they're not using next weekend? Anybody have a few acres of land we could put the bus on? Because, if not, our neighbors might be a little miffed when a giant, moss-covered school bus with a chimney sticking out of it takes up all the parking on our small street.