My home is not a lot of things. Homey, for one. But when I go outside, this is the essence of it, for me. Coming, going, lolling about, landing, escaping, arriving, visiting, leaving, wandering. There is something about this perpetual movement that appeals to me. The vagabond in me.
Yesterday I see a young guy flying by on a BIXI bike, unbuttoned jacket fluttering behind him like a super hero’s cape in the wind. He’s wearing the uniform of an airline pilot, including the hat, which is tipped jauntily on the back of his head. His long, slim form creates angular shapes on the bike which is not adjusted to his height; and his trousers ride up to expose skinny sock covered ankles and long feet. With the fast, purposeful pedalling, I’m again reminded of Miss Gulch. It crosses my mind that he’s late for a flight, but he’s riding in the opposite direction of the downtown airport.
About 20 minutes later, I see the fella again; strolling back the other way, arm in arm with a gal. He wasn’t, it appears, late for a flight. He was late for a homecoming.
Friday night. I got home laden with bags full of fruit, Italian Wedding soup fixings and wine and realised I hadn't taken a photo today. I go across the street and figure the sky is a good a subject as any. Wouldn't you agree?
I've had an unusually social week. If I wasn't having dinner with company, I was out with Carly seeing the final installment of Harry You-Know-Who in 3D or having a thirteenth birthday celebration for my niece Lainey.
Summer's been particularly enticing this year. Each year, I'm drawn out into summer more. I get panicky when I think even a few moments of it will be wasted. My mother experiences the same thing; I checked on her last week during a nasty heat wave and she was cranky and feeling squirrelly, trapped indoors.
Most of the summer has been luscious though. Now that I'm working in the downtown core I escape several times a day for a walk around a different block. There have been a number of blog posts in my head, but didn't get written because I can't stay in.
After this very social week, I must say I'm enjoying having some alone time tonight. But I'm glad you're virtually here, and so I think it's appropriate that I share a little of my summer, and some of those unwritten blog posts with you.
Oh, and have I mentioned there is a new little boy in our family? I have a new nephew, Logan James, a tiny (well not so tiny) harbinger of all kinds of beautiful newness to our world. You might not like this when you're a teenager Logan, but right now, you're beautiful thing fifty-one.
Tomorrow I'm off in a rental car to another event which can't be talked about in advance. But when it's over, I really will try to share it with you in writing.