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Spent the day relatively virtuously ie not sitting on the couch reading and/or doomscrolling but accomplishing niggly 'mean to do it sometime'. Took a bunch of towels, facecloths, bath mats etc to the laundromat; got stuff from Loblaws; hung summer duvet out to air; put more recyclables in the bin; washed dishes; washed sleep balaclava; went back ( Read more... ) -
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'...digital relations are not a substitute for “face-to-face, hip-to-hip get-togethers when two friends can leisurely connect and share - even spending time together saying nothing. Online friends can’t provide the type of caring and support from friends who live close by ( Read more... ) -
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As always when reading Christie, I'm confounded by her definitions of 'old and moribund' as well as 'so long ago no one can remember.' Doddering oldsters of 65, and eighteen years being 'time that the memory of man runneth not.' This undoddering septuagenarian retains a perfectly clear memory of 2006 and rather wishes she didn't. I might cut some ( Read more... ) -
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Total waste of a day, largely spent reading Reddit threads about weird things in the woods. Staircases mostly, in places staircases couldn't be, with no traces of a house ever being built there, sometimes carpeted and untouched by weather. So glad to be a city child. rl(Untitled)
Warm weather doldrums. I should sweep up the linden's caterpillar-like seedlings before it rains and turns them to mush, but there's no rain forecast until maybe Monday. Instead I went out to the yuppie mommy coffe shop which now has one or two outdoor tables. Father and small son were sitting at one with tea and what looked like yoplait yoghurts, ( Read more... )(Untitled)
Thin snow falling all day but not sticking to the ground. Yesterday looked out the back window at the snow covered roofs, smelled the sweet tang of wood smoke, thought how very December this March scene looked. But because the snow, whenever it fell- Friday, I guess, two weeks in a row- had disappeared from the sidewalks, out I went with my walker ( Read more... )(Untitled)
Do I want to read a translation of the Aeneid into 16th century Scots? It's prime Life is Too Short territory- I have enough trouble with Dunbar, god knows-- but I'm really seriously tempted. Though I'm sure the edition that's just come out is hideously expensive, libraries, solely, for the use of ( Read more... )The happy highways where I went
The Colonnade in Toronto was an innovative piece of archiecture when it first opened in the 60s. It was also on the walking route from my highschool to home so I spent a lot of time in its little shops, discovering a brave new world. The stretch of Bloor St it sits on is now a wall of condos and is also the beginning of Mink Mile. Tiffany, Dolce & ( Read more... )(Untitled)
Because I don't tag exhaustively I have no way of finding the entry again but. Horse-owning woman lent her favourite horse to an insistent friend riding in Windsor forest, cautioning her not to pull on the reins. Friend pulled on the reins, horse did whatever horse would do and snapped a leg. Called owner, owner came totally overcome, sat with her ( Read more... )