Today we loaf the morning away reading and drinking coffee, and then Ceri goes in to the office and I go to the gym. After showering there, I walk up Victoria then Yonge Streets to meet him in Yorkville on the roof at the Pilot Tavern.
I'm a little cranky when I get there; navigating Yonge Street is not exactly a blast for a fast walker like me, particularly on hot Saturday afternoon. A cool glass of white wine cures my cranky quick, and we have a really delicious snack of ginger beef, pita and foccacia with hummous, tzatziki and roasted red pepper dip and carrots and celery sticks. It's breezy on the roof. We remark at the sheer ugliness of the architecture in the Bloor/Yonge area (I'd say most of it is circa 1970s) yech.
We walk home via Philosopher's Walk / University of Toronto and I can't stop taking pictures. I love this walk. We recall the last time we walked through here and what a cold winter's day it was. Selma, the gargoyles are for you.
Later we get home and share a bottle of Chardonnay on my building's roof, looking over the lake and city airport in my new camp chairs. I congratulate myself (again) on my portable outdoor furniture investment. I make little pizzas on whole wheat pita with onions, peppers, salsa and romano cheese.
Summer, I'm so glad to see you.