Although I knew that Friday was Canada Day, I’d forgotten that all the banks would be closed. In the early afternoon though, I went out to take out part of my rent from the bank machine and figured I’d be able to take the rest from another ATM later. It started raining on the way there and was really coming down on the return trip, but I only got a little damp.
I was hoping it
would rain more than it did, because I wanted to get some writing done, but the
puddles dried up and I felt obligated to get some exercise. There seemed to be
a lot of traffic downtown for a holiday, but I guess that’s where the
celebrations were concentrated.
For some reason, no
matter how much traffic there is on St Clair, there is always a space for me to
move into the left lane and to turn on Inglewood. I wonder if it’s a
coincidence or if it’s a matter of how the traffic lights just west of there
are timed.
I went to McRae and
Bayview, then rode along McRae, which snakes in various curves of north and
east until it gets to Laird, just south of Eglinton.
On my way home,
Yonge and Dundas was packed with people.
Near Queen and
John, a smartly dressed woman in a fedora was shouting to herself without anger
in the middle of the street.
I stopped at the
Bank of Montreal between Spadina and Bathurst to get the rest of the rent. For
some reason though only some of the buttons on the touch screen machine would
work, so I used the machine next to it. I discovered though that I’d surpassed
the daily limit of the amount I could remove from any bank machine. I might
have known about the limit but had forgotten since it had been so long since
I’d tried.
My upstairs
neighbour knocked on my door that night. He said he’d just gotten back from his
cousin’s wedding in Windsor. He gave me a jug of milk from the States and six
cans of Budweiser all dolled up special for the fourth of July with slogans
like E Pluribus Unum; land of the free; home of the brave and “liberty and
justice for all” (tell that one to Donald Trump!)
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