As it was, Cynthia, who I was staying with in Spokane, was very gracious about giving me a ride to the bus station. She even said “good, we’ll get to spend some time together,” which made me feel really good.
Spokane has a clean bus station. I didn’t have to wait long for a ride. And mine was the only bus leaving. Maybe the problem was that the day could not have gotten any better. Bus ride to Everett, WA, my transfer point, was uneventful.
Once in Everett I began waiting for the bus that was not on time. After an hour and a half of this, I first hopped on a bus to Mount Vernon and then on a bus to Bellingham. The question was, did I really need to hop on the local buses? I did later learn that the bus in question was right behind me, so I didn’t need to worry.
I began wondering how this all was going to work out when I was on the bus going to Bellingham. This was because I didn’t have contact information and I also knew that I’d need to get from the bus station to the Greyhound bus station.
Add to all this – my cellphone wasn’t working, so I was not able to tell Lisa, who was to pick me up, where I ought to go. Both these variables had me very apprehensive.
Ahh, but amazingly, everything did work out just fine. I got off the bus in Bellingham and from there took another bus to the Greyhound station. And I managed via email to get a hold of Lisa, who I am staying with. I had just an iota of hand held device left. .
That one iota was enough. Lisa sent me a message with a phone number. It was fortuitous that we communicated or else I’d probably get T=boned.
So the above is well worth considering in relation to BCHA stuff.
I am very tired right now.
ThaT’S IT. I AM REALLY FRIED.
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