I get home tonight and find there's less room than usual at my usual locking up spot. I have to stick mine in between two others, mixing up handlebars and touching rear ends. I'm usually not so crazy about intimate contact with other city dwellers, but these dwellers are squeaky clean and pretty attractive.
The party has been invaded by a couple of a flashy, beautiful broads. Shiny brand new roadsters, one white, one black. The black one is completely tricked out – a rack, a basket, fenders, a rubber-covered u-lock, an elasticised strap. And that seat! Classy brown leather look and the springiest springy shocks. I could ride to Vancouver on that thing. The tires have those sticky outy rubber protusions are all over them, I don't think they've ridden a block. I can't believe that bike is parked outside. In downtown Toronto.
I lock up my dusty old olive green Chevy and wish the new Beemer owners many miles of happy riding. And I covet those shiny fenders.
Gusty, rainy, windy. Tree carnage. Mass umbrella slaughter. I won't even talk about what happened to the CN Tower.
I love these purple pom pom flowers, how they float above gardens like colourful little clouds. Apros pos because I found these ones at Cloud Garden off Temperance Street. I really loved these ones sitting atop this brick wall. They way they lean over it's as if they're looking over the wall at the parade of humans going by below them; mocking us for our Monday drudgery and wondering why we don't have the sense to hang about in a sunny garden instead of going back to the office after lunch.
Sitting on my building's roof in the brand new camp chairs, looking at the lake, the boats, the planes, and nothing in general after a good walk in the city.
Jen: I'm just thinking about what I'm going to make us for supper.
Ceri: What is it?
Jen: (coy) I'm not telling.
Ceri: What the hell?
Jen: It'll be good.
Ceri: Does it involve onions?
Jen: Of course.
Ceri:AH HA! I KNEW IT! .
Roasted tomatoes with parmesan and oregano and drizzled with olive oil, and toasted triscuit crackers with cheese, onion and pepper. Glass of red wine.
After the excess of the holiday season, I've been craving simple, and turned to the same dinner the past two nights running.
I know you're jealous.
…lurking about in the wee hours. An advanced visit, presumably to inspect my non-traditional Christmas Tree, under which he was standing. I think he approved because there are some gifts.
Walking down to Sugar Beach today we came upon these tiny mushrooms. Aren't they the loveliest things? Don't you just want to escape into this tiny netherworld? I do. But then I'm inclined to think the faery world isn't affected by concerns like politics, angry drivers with horns, deadlines, retirement savings plans and fluffy pop stars.
But who knows? I could be wrong. I haven't escaped into that netherworld.
Yet.
Tiny mushroom netherworld – beautiful thing number fifty-three.