First one, then another . . .

The wife is turning into a genuine transitarian. This is quite surprising.

Yesterday, she had a doctor's appointment. She figured out the bus and light rail combination she needed to get from Rancho Cordova to Midtown in time for her appointment. And, most important, she accepted the requirement that she walk a half-mile to her destination. After the doctor's visit, she walked to J Street and took the bus to Sac State, where she caught the No. 82 home. Today, she has a meeting downtown. She will carpool in with her boss and then go home on the bus.

When we were running errands last night after work, we found ourselves at one point behind the No. 82 bus on Watt Avenue.

"Want to park the car and get on the bus?" I asked. I was kidding, but the wife understood what I meant.

"Now that I have a bus pass, whenever I see a bus I want to ride it," she said.

She explained that this is something akin to what she feels when she is shopping and sees something on sale.

Yes, something like when she is shopping, but without the pain in the wallet.