The Pedestrian Party

As you can see by the title of the post I've decided to enter politics with a double entendre.

Not right now, though, because I have a temp assignment that goes into the New Year a bit and I find that at almost sixty I can either work for money or do things that interest me. But I can't do both. Also, before I can get The Pedestrian Party organized to storm city hall and seize power (because clearly democracy is a bust), I need to figure out how to knit a cowl, learn how to make my own bread (because I don't even really like hipster bakery bread now), and write a second book.

I know, I know. You're asking yourself, "Does the world really need another book, Kathryn McLeod?"

Well yes. Because once The Pedestrian Party storms city hall and seizes power everyone will need something to read on their public transit commute to work and back home again. And don't worry about needing a car for trips to the mall, either, because The Pedestrian Party will seize all the malls and turn them into drop-in care centers for all of us who need a little extra care while the world burns.

But speaking of climate change, as I took my daily walk a couple of weeks ago at lunchtime I overheard the following from a couple of eggheads trudging along in front of me.

"So they're forecasting 19 centimetres of snow."
"Yabbut how do they know it's going to be 19 centrimetres and not 18 or 20?
"Modelling."
"Oh."

So avoid getting caught unawares and pencil it into your journal now: The Pedestrian Party.