Monday, August 3, 2015
I moved into this apartment twenty years ago today. The place was a mess - boxes and furnitture were all over the place! It was our home, though. It was a brand new beginning for Rob, Dandylion and me.
Rob and I thought the area was so colourful and interesting. I can still hear scalpers in front of Maple Leaf Gardens yelling, "Tickets here, get your tickets here!" There also used to be a little old man sitting on the corner of Carlton and Yonge hawking The Toronto Sun every day.
Everything was nearby too: grocery stores, movie theatres, hospitals, pharmacies, restaurants, and malls. And, because everything was so convenient, I went out a lot by myself. Whenever Mom came down for a visit, she would often remark that she felt like she was out with a celeebrity because people would stop and say hello to me.
Rob didn't like to leave the apartment. However, even he became a minor celebrity in his own right. We went to the Open Mike With Mike Bullard tapings so often that Mike and all of the writers became friends of ours. In fact, when they had heard that Rob was in the hospital with Pancreatitis, they very kindly sent flowers to him.
Good things, bad things, and in-between things happened here. I have so many memories within my skull. Some make me smile, some make me cringe.
Will I ever move from this spot? I don't know. Time and circumstances will tell, I suppose ....
Sunday, August 2, 2015
Saturday, August 1, 2015
Friday, July 31, 2015
My whole body is screaming: Bed, Bed, Bed, BED!
I woke up with a bad cold. You know the signs: coughing, sneezing, sore throat, overwhelming tiredness.
I had a small nap this afternoon with my cats. It felt wonderful to surrender myself to sleep for a few hours.
Now, my bed and cats are calling out to me to return. What could be better medicine than a peaceful slumber and furry cuddles?
Thursday, July 30, 2015
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
I had, tentatively, concert tickets within reach ... but, sadly, they slipped out of reach. Try as I may, I could not lay my hands upon another pair of tickets.
It was very disappointing. My friend Rob Stolik and I were looking forward to watching Zappa Plays Zappa at the Phoenix Conert Theatre. The Phoenix is on Sherbourne - so close to where I live, it would have been perfect!
However, Rob and I had a wonderful time anyway. He came over to my place around 5:00, said hi to the cats, admired my new artwork, and agreed with me about my suggestion that we go out for dinner at Hair of the Dog.
We sat on the patio and almost died of the heat, but the food was delicious and we were entertained by a squirrel that kept mooching food from us! At the end, the little guy was so insistant that the waiter just had to come and chase him away. The squirrel was very cute and entertaining, but he still wasn't Dweezil Zappa!
Today, I thought I'd go with Marjie to see Yuula's art show at 401 Richmond. Bloody hell! I thought it was from 11-5pm, so I drove my wheelchair in the sweltering heat and drove fast to get there before it closed. But by the time I got there, my battery was losing it's juice and then Yuula came out and said "what are you doing here so early"? "The show doesn't start until 5pm". I told her that I was sorry but I had to go because I was worried about my chair and I had Brittany coming to meet me at my place at 5:00.
Maybe tomorrow I'll go back... But at the right time!
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Monday, July 27, 2015
Sunday, July 26, 2015
I had my bangs trimmed today. My hair looks way cool now!
I sent out invitations for my birthday party in August. Many people said yes, they'd love to come. Others have yet to RSVP, but, of course, there's still lots of time.
Before dinner, I looked through a couple carousels of slides. I have about 80 left of my father's collection. He was an avid photographer.
As you can imagine, I felt many emotions as I looked through the slides: joy; sadness; wonder; curiosity; nostalgia.
I also felt very thoughtful. Here in these pictures my parents were in the first bloom of married life; my grandparents, aunts and uncles made an occasional guest appearance. And then, Bruce and I started to pop up, first as babies and then as toddlers.
So many shadows of the past ....
Saturday, July 25, 2015
Last night and early this morning, my weather app told me that there was a 60% chance of thunderstorms all afternoon and evening.
Because my wheelchair has been acting up, making weird grinding noises and all, I was rather hesitant about going to the market. (Rain is never a good thing for power wheelchair at the best of times. Add thunder/lightning and a flawed mechanism to the equation and it becomes somewhat of a risky business.)
I decided to take a chance and just go for it. In the end, I was very glad I had gone to the market. There had been no rain, no thunderstorms - and ironically, barely any customers!
Despite only making $60.00, it felt good to get out and chat with different people. It also felt wonderful to have the sun beam down on me, while a temperate breeze kept me cool.
After the market, Brittainy and I had dinner at Hot House.
All in all, it was a perfectly lovely day ....
Friday, July 24, 2015
I just added Under Pressure by Queen/David Bowie to my YouTube playlist. That's exactly how I feel -- Under Pressure!
Yikes! I have so much to do before I go to bed: the payroll, emails, texts, updating my finances.
Plus, I have the beginning of a song in my head that I need to write down before I forget it ....
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
M: Is your frappe ok?
Me (with a smile): Uh-huh.
M: It wasn't the regular guy who made it. You know the one we were chatting to yesterday outside of Maple Leaf Gardens.
Me: Uh-huh. I like him.
M: Me too. Well, it was the other guy who made your drink today. You know the guy. He's East Indian too, but taller and less gay.
Me: Mmm ....
M (with a chuckle): Well, actually, I'm not sure if he's gay or not. He seems kind of straight .... (after a pause) I tend to like hanging out with gay people. Straight people just seem kind of boring.
Me: Mmm .... (sudden realization hits me) Hey, I'm straight!
M: Yeah, but you're ok because you're weird.