It was cold again on Wednesday. Cloudy but not rainy. I say if it’s
going to be cloudy it might as well rain.
I finally finished
my review of Shab-e She’r and was basically caught up on all the subsequent
writing though I was a week behind in posting it. Because of that I felt more
relaxed about taking a two hour bike ride that afternoon. It was just a little
warmer than the day before and so I figured I could handle wearing shorts again
but I still wore my long sleeved shirt unbuttoned.
At Bathurst and
Bloor there was a woman sitting cross-legged with her back to a wall. I assume
she was there to panhandle but she was slowly shouting, “Rape … is not … legal!
Rape … is not … legal! When … did rape … become fuckin … legal?”
After crossing the
Bloor Viaduct I was more out of breath from repeatedly saying "Passing!
Thanks!” about ten times than I would have been from climbing a hill.
The sun came out as I was going up
Victoria Park and I started getting quite warm with the shirt on.
I rode to Stamford Square, turned right
and then turned right again where it goes south and loops around to Pharmacy.
Next time I’ll take the north side of the square and then loop to Pharmacy. The
streets north of St Clair are all at odd angles. I went south on Pharmacy and
explored one short side street, then I stripped to my undershirt and continued
on.
At Yonge and Bloor a woman was sitting on
the street with a sign that said, “Pregnant and homeless. Hungry and broke.” I
hope she’s in touch with Toronto Public Health’s Homeless At Risk Prenatal
program.
When I got home I noticed that my back
tire was a little soft and so I pumped it up.
Before bed I checked my back tire and it
was completely flat. That meant I would have to go to Bike Pirates again on
Thursday and find a solution to these rim-side punctures. Here I was, all
caught up with my writing and looking forward to a couple of days when I would
have time to work on some of my projects such as my book cover and editing
videos of my songs, but I suddenly would have to spend three hours working on
my bike instead.
I watched two episodes of The Many Loves
of Dobie Gillis.
In the first, Dobie, frustrated with
years and years of rejection by girls, decides that the only way he can feel
secure is to get married as soon as possible. He tells his parents, and his
mother, knowing that if they say no Dobie will want to get married even more,
uses reverse psychology and gives him her blessing. Since there is only one
girl that he knows will say yes, he asks Zelda Gilroy to marry him. She agrees
but doesn’t like the fact that Dobie wants to have a wedding right away because
she wants him to court her. She decides to ask her father for his blessing and
since she knows that he will say no, that will mean that Dobie will have to
court her. Her father though conveys that he’s overjoyed about her engagement,
but he is also trying to use reverse psychology on Zelda in hopes that she’ll
give up on the idea of marrying Dobie. And so plans are made for the wedding.
Meanwhile, once word gets around that Dobie is getting married, all the girls
that previously rejected him are suddenly interested in him because he’s
suddenly more like a man to them and very desirable. But Dobie wants his
parents to tell him no, Zelda wants her parents to tell her no and both sets of
parents each want their child to change their mind on their own. On the day of
the wedding when the justice of the peace asks if anyone has a reason why they
shouldn’t get married, only Maynard speaks up, which breaks the ice and causes
both sets of parents and Dobie and Zelda to express their true feelings about
the whole thing and the wedding is happily cancelled.
In the second, Dobie finds the ideal
girl, one that is beautiful and doesn’t care about money. But when her 11-year-old
sister starts dating a rich 13 year old, she becomes jealous and starts to want
more of the finer things. So Dobie becomes a baby-sitting entrepreneur and
makes a bunch of money but by the time he does Gwynyth has gone back to being
against money and has started dating Maynard.
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