Finishing up a proposal today, and I don't get out of the office until mid-afternoon, when I take a half-hour walk. I wander around Victoria Street, over a few blocks I find particularly charming. The stage door of this Ontario Heritage site is one of the reasons why.
It's August and as I seem to do every August, I grab hold of summer with the strongest arms I can muster and threaten to never let go. It calls me outside, August. Fortunately, I have the kind of job where I can get up and go for short walks throughout the day as I need to.
The Graphic Arts Building is around the corner from my office. I always stop to admire its imposing classical features. It's been converted to lofts; unlike so many other historical buildings in the city, it wasn't merely preserved as a "front" to a tower behind it. It's refreshing to see the five storey thing there amidst all the towers in the surrounding financial district.
I would like to live in a building like that.
Friday of my week back to work after that luscious and restful week off. Work is getting busy again and I have to wrestle my mind back into work mode. I have to wrestle really hard. It is, then, a most welcome Friday beer o'clock with my best people at the Flatiron & Firkin patio. I always admire these flourishy brackets on the lovely Flatiron building. It's Friday. It's summer. Life is good.
Coffee in bed. Meeting up with Cathy and Stan for brunch. Rain not happening. Bike ride. Jazz fest.
Coming home this evening, I see a girl who looks strikingly like I did 35 years ago. It's like seeing a ghost.
Pleasantly tired is how Ceri describes himself at the end of today. I concur.
…I walk by the Canada Permanent Trust Building, and admire it. Finally I started carrying around my 'real' camera again so I could catch some of the details. Some of these are taken from a (ninth floor) window in my office, and some from the sidewalk on my way home. Imagine what your world would be like if there weren't beautiful things to look at.
No, I don't want to imagine it either.
It's a full day, and pretty much all of it is spent outside. I have a bike ride while Ceri goes off to the office for a little while. Later we hook up with Kelsey at David Pecaut Square for a free Kathleen Edwards show, part of the Luminato festival. Then we walk though the St. Lawrence Market neighbourhood and have a snack on the patio under the Gooderham (Flatiron) Building. After that we walk down to Sugar Beach for the Toronto Wine and Spirits Festival. We bump into my friend Kerri and her friend Nikki. It's a great night, we wander around, sample foods and drinks, and sit near the water chatting until the place closes up. Walk home quite late and fall asleep pretty much immediately.
Getting to spend summer in Toronto – beautiful thing number ninety-one.
Coming home from Mia's tonight on the King car and we're dumped, thanks to the infamous and much maligned "short turn," at Broadview and Queen. While waiting for the next streetcar to come along, I get to hang about the quiet side of Jilly's; the side that doesn't have all the giant posters of pretty, big boobed girls in lingerie.
Today we hook up with Carly and go to the 1000 Tastes of Toronto event at the Distillery District, more Luminato fun.
Like yesterday, the weather report isn' t cooperating with our plans. We briefly consider an alternative but the sun comes out periodically and things don't look too threatening so we grab our raincoats and go with Burger Day at Wychwood Barns as planned.
I'm feeling a little smug after my 30K re-entry into cycling yesterday; other than being mildly saddle sore, I feel great in the morning. When I get back on the bike, however, my legs complain. Kinda loud. But I soldier on; the ride to St. Clair via Bathurst isn't real far, but it's a mild upgrade most of the way, and at one point a steepish hill that has me huffing and puffing as I walk my bike up that hill. I love my seasoned-cyclist boyfriend for walking up with me.
Rain starts as we get to Wychwood Barns, and the place is teeming with humanity. Local restaurants are serving sliders and we enjoy the ones we try. Inside, some entertainment has started and we enjoy the 12-ish year old boys playing, and the great support from the crowd.
We go back out into the rain and ride downhill back downtown, enjoying it. We cut over by Casa Loma and then to the beautiful St. George Street to ride south in the dedicated bike lane.
We stop for a bowl of French onion soup on King Street, and the best moment of the day is when we arrive at the pub and I'm peeling off wet layers and my hair is mushed against my head from my helmet and my face is splattered from the rain from puddles and traffic and Ceri says, genuinely, "you look great!"
I feel pretty great actually. The fear I'd had of riding my bike in the close city streets was much overcome today by the freedom I felt in riding my bike in the rain. So much ground to cover; so little time.
Those boys with guitars today – they reminded me of this video.