For the second Friday in a row, no one came to my yoga class. I waited till 15:00 though. When I went to the washroom I met Bob Rose, who asked me, “How are things in the yoga world?” He’d spoken like this to me in the past, so I thought I’d clear things up this time. I told him that I teach a yoga class but I don’t really live in the “yoga world”, that it’s not a big part of my life and that I’m more of an artist.
When I left PARC, I
went straightaway into my bike ride. The sky was rich with bright sunlight and
an endless field of big fluffy clouds. I rode out to Logan and Danforth, and
then I explored the alleyways on each side of Logan. Both of them go for quite
a ways and end in dead ends to the north. The eastern side alley is
considerably narrower and visually more interesting. It had the feel of being
older. I stopped to photograph a vine covered shed behind a house. There were
some murals to the south on some garages and walls, but they were airbrushed
and professional looking. They didn’t have that rebellious feel that makes
graffiti charming to me, so I didn’t photograph them. One can tell it’s a
working class neighbourhood more from the backs of the houses than the fronts.
I stopped at the
Black Swan to pee. The downstairs bar is pretty scuzzy.
There were lots of
people walking around the Danforth and sitting on patios, enjoying the
beautiful weather.
On my way back
across the bridge, one cloud distinctly gave me an enthusiastic thumbs up.
On my way west
along Queen, after Bathurst, I heard someone say, “Hi Christian!” and it was
Evangeline Marsh again. I have run into Evangeline randomly in different parts
of town than I have anyone else. On top of that, when I do see her, it’s always
in an area where she doesn’t even live. I wonder if there is more than one
Evangeline that all have the same consciousness.
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