I feel like such an Artiste!
I joined some colleagues this evening at an event called “Paint Nite” – which is, well, pretty self explanatory.
You choose which night you are going to go based on the painting you’d like to end up with. We chose the Toronto skyline, and I sincerely doubted it’s Easy rating.
The instructor guides you through the evening in a relatively easy to follow step-by-step manner. Easy to follow ended for me when any variety of creativity was involved. Making randomly shaped buildings proved especially taxing. The instructions for our painting included lots of reflections in the water and highlights on the buildings from the sunset – that seemed entirely too difficult so I finished with my wonky CN tower.
Et Voila! My strange looking Toronto on its 501 Streetcar Gallery Tour through the heart of the city.
If I end up keeping it, I’m pretending a little kid did it.
Our family recently lot one of its most treasured members, Tilley – our Sixteen year old Ginger Wired Haired Fox Terrier. I specify Ginger because her breed is normally Tri-coloured, but she was specifically bred to only be ginger and white . She was definitely a little bit inbred because of it, but in the sweetest sense.
I’ve struggled to post anything about her. There is a bit of a story about how she left us, but I’d prefer to talk about what she meant to us.
It’s pretty heartbreaking, but also thankfully not tragic. Tilley was an amazing pet to me and the rest of my family for half of my life. She really was the sweetest little girl and had a very gentle demeanor, especially around children. She also liked to hump anything that moved and poop on anything that didn’t. Our little girl had a long and happy life, and even outlived two of her Airedale companions. In the last few years she had finally been acting old and was getting rickety – including being mostly deaf and blind. But she still wagged her tail and loved any form of attention. It was a life well lived.
As a happy coincidence, her last day with the family included an overnight stay out on the river in a boat (which she loved) and a great day full of hikes and love. I think she decided that was about as good as it gets and left us with her tail wagging into the sunset.
Truly the most heartbreaking part is seeing how much her buddy Jasper misses her. He just seems at a loss with out his friend – and we all are.
So long old girl, hope you find lots of inappropriate places to poop wherever you are 🙂
Nothing beats a giant commuting clusterfuck on a Wednesday morning!
While bobbling along on the streetcar this morning, I noticed that the traffic seemed a bit heavy. Shortly after that thought, the streetcar driver came on the horn to first ask everyone near a window to ensure theirs was open and secondly – which really should have been firstly – that something was blocking the road ahead. He then added that if we were in any kind of hurry he would suggest getting off and walking.
Not an awesome sign.
I get off the streetcar and see a chain of other stranded streetcars waiting ahead of me – definitely a sign to try a new route. As I pass through Leslieville and approach the train bridge near Degrassi street (yes, that Degrassi) I see a Fire truck clearly blocking the road.
This set up is clearly blocking the actual issue, and I can’t help but start laughing when I see what the actual problem is. Some silly truck piled high with some metal structures clearly didn’t quite fit. Kudos to the driver for almost making it before his cargo started to fall off.
Sorry for the crap photo, I was laughing and surrounded by uniformed police and firemen – so I was clearly distracted
So here I am, finally on another streetcar route and only lost about 20 minutes, and gained a pile of humid morning sweat. I should have just got to the gym this morning!