Summer breeze/makes me feel fine...
Google News is a wonderful thing. Sometimes, when I happen to think of it, I type in the names of a few old media crushes and see what's going on. Not that I'm nostalgic for the crush, exactly; but it is reassuring to find out that they haven't yet been reduced to dog food commercials, or anything. Tom Everett Scott for instance, he's had a pleasant run. I must try and catch that Law & Order finale.
Thus I also learned this evening that one Richard Kalan Porter was up for nomination as Alberta's Greatest Citizen. I like that. In a world that seems entirely made up of pressing concerns these days, It's great to know that one small corner of Canada is still drunk on money and having a good time running pointless civic contests.
Otherwise, there doesn't seem to be much going on in re: the bishonen Idol moppet. No mention of a new album in process, or any new music at all come to that. Then again, no mention of any of his family members coming down with life-threatening illnesses, either. So I'm guessing he's pretty content with his 2008 thus far.
Me, I'm having a great time in the first real summery weather Toronto's had in a month - yes, I know it's still technically spring. You want me to come over there and start carping about the Winter From Hell again?
Anyway, Shoemom is down East at a family funeral this weekend - that would not be the great part - but yours truly has just completed a five-hour urban hiking circuit and is in decidedly mellow mood this evening, contemplating the result.
It all started with a mad desire for more saltwater taffy from this little candy shop I know on the Danforth...and about halfway down Yonge abruptly mutated into a panicked quest to stop by the Bay and make sure I remembered to hand off the non-ad signage (long week, even longer story).
Once that was polished off (phew!) I betook me across the valley. Several random 'hey, that little side street looks shady...' decisions later, I ended up on photo safari through the gardens of Rosedale, my own private fairyland, lying as sweet and calm as if it had never even heard of concern, over work or anything else. Nothing can ever be pressing anyhow, in a summer twilight.
Then I emerged and sat for awhile, near Yonge again, in the shade of some maidenhair trees and watched a little Scottie dog play in a reflecting pool, barking ecstatically whenever the moderne fountain design dumped the water over his head....and so home at last, tired and hungry, to a warm bubble bath and a big plate of butter chicken. Oh, and saltwater taffy for dessert.
It was a really lovely day.
Thus I also learned this evening that one Richard Kalan Porter was up for nomination as Alberta's Greatest Citizen. I like that. In a world that seems entirely made up of pressing concerns these days, It's great to know that one small corner of Canada is still drunk on money and having a good time running pointless civic contests.
Otherwise, there doesn't seem to be much going on in re: the bishonen Idol moppet. No mention of a new album in process, or any new music at all come to that. Then again, no mention of any of his family members coming down with life-threatening illnesses, either. So I'm guessing he's pretty content with his 2008 thus far.
Me, I'm having a great time in the first real summery weather Toronto's had in a month - yes, I know it's still technically spring. You want me to come over there and start carping about the Winter From Hell again?
Anyway, Shoemom is down East at a family funeral this weekend - that would not be the great part - but yours truly has just completed a five-hour urban hiking circuit and is in decidedly mellow mood this evening, contemplating the result.
It all started with a mad desire for more saltwater taffy from this little candy shop I know on the Danforth...and about halfway down Yonge abruptly mutated into a panicked quest to stop by the Bay and make sure I remembered to hand off the non-ad signage (long week, even longer story).
Once that was polished off (phew!) I betook me across the valley. Several random 'hey, that little side street looks shady...' decisions later, I ended up on photo safari through the gardens of Rosedale, my own private fairyland, lying as sweet and calm as if it had never even heard of concern, over work or anything else. Nothing can ever be pressing anyhow, in a summer twilight.
Then I emerged and sat for awhile, near Yonge again, in the shade of some maidenhair trees and watched a little Scottie dog play in a reflecting pool, barking ecstatically whenever the moderne fountain design dumped the water over his head....and so home at last, tired and hungry, to a warm bubble bath and a big plate of butter chicken. Oh, and saltwater taffy for dessert.
It was a really lovely day.