I enjoy a good meal although I’m not sure I’d call myself a foodie. Maybe I am, who knows. What I do know is, I don’t often wax poetic about what I’ve eaten in restaurants, or cooked, in this blog. Having said that I do remember going into raptures about a peach back in 2012.
FI haven’t been to a library in years. Yes, I know. Shame on me. I used to go and then I stopped. Why, exactly, I do not know. Crazy when you consider how much I love to read; and the cost of books. Anyway.
A friend of mine is an absolute devotee. She is always either coming from or going to the library. And recently she told me that now, at least here in Toronto, you can download books. Who knew?
Gotta admit, I was impressed. She told me I just needed Continue reading
A friend recently sold her house. Like me, she had a very short closing date; and, also like me, she rented a furnished apartment until what she wants becomes available. Unlike mine turned out to be, her short-term rental is fabulous. New, bright, clean. The epitome of urban living.
It’s in Yorkville, but the eastern most part, bordering on Yonge Street. Run down, ‘tired’ and in need of a face lift, in comparison to the tonier part of the neighbourhood, between Avenue Road and Bay Street. Continue reading
What a difference a day makes. On Friday, Toronto was a ghost town. Yesterday, it was a total zoo. People everywhere. Young people. Old people. Couples. Singles. Parents. Kids. Men. Women. Boys. Girls. With dogs and without. City dwellers. Suburbanites. Tourists.
There wasn’t a square inch of space without someone sitting on it. Standing on it. Driving by. Walking past. Or waiting in line for it. Sure, stores being open again probably accounted for some of it. This being a long weekend also probably accounted for some of it.
But mostly, it was the weather. It had to be.
Yes, indeed folks. You heard it here first. I am here to report winter is over. Pack up the shovels and the skates.