Jonquil went into heat early Sunday so I
couldn’t open the door for circulation until later because I could have her out
in the hallway howling at 5:30.
I
finished transcribing all the phone numbers that I recognized from my old phone
to the new one.
As
is often the case, I wasn’t looking forward to my evening bike ride. Maybe it
just comes from my tendency to not like to begin or end things. There is also
the fact that I just have stuff on which I’d like to spend more time at home but
it can’t cut into weather permitted exercise. If it rains I get a little gift
of an extra hour or so but it hasn’t rained in a while.
Once
I started I wasn’t out of my funk but it was a nice evening for clouds. There
were large ones with character and depth and with contrasting shades and
textures as I rode up Brock Avenue. By the time I was riding up Dufferin, north
of Bloor, the clouds to the north had blended and gotten more boring, but at
Dupont, as I looked west, they were quite spectacular, with some clouds serving
as the sun’s lampshades and other darker vertical clouds floating in front of
the light show. Later there were broken sheets of small, clouds with the light behind them, serving as a nice background for larger clouds.
By
this time my blood had been pumping enough to wake up my brain and I started
finding my surroundings interesting.
Where
St Clair dips into the ravine near the St Clair West subway station, Batman was
waiting for a walk signal to cross over to Loblaws, while Poison Ivy, who I
assume had just left the Dark Knight, was cutting fairly quickly through the
park. She looks pretty hot in person, but a little nervous.
On
Yonge Street, north of St Clair I stopped to pee at a Starbucks that had the
air conditioning turned up so high they could have doubled as a meat storage
facility.
I
turned right on Balliol. It’s pretty much a corridor of high rises all the way
to Mount Pleasant. I dipped down Pailton, which curves down to Merton and has a
few older low, brick buildings on it.
As
I was going south on Mount Pleasant, I noticed a house across the street that
had tied back curtains on the front porch. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them
before, but it seems like such a sensible thing to have it can’t be that
unique.
On
Yonge, just south of Bloor, some of the storefronts on the east side are in
some very nice old buildings. I made a mental note to come back in brighter
afternoon light and take some photos. After those buildings though Yonge Street
looks like it was thrown together for the most part.
On
College Street, the Medical and Related Sciences Heritage Building combines
quite nicely with the modern glass buildings next to it.
I
unlocked my front door to the panic of sirens that kept on hurrying ever which
way for several minutes after I was home. Sirens always sound so annoyingly
needy to me.
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