One last pic from TO. I love the do.
If you do not support this endeavour, I will, with regret, be forced to disown you both.
Yours, ever so,
“Takes direction well, when conscious.”
The new OCA building is unbelievable. If I’d been driving I would have gone off the road.
This is from a house on Ruthie’s street. Isn’t it wild?
Gad, sir, that was a good meal!
From Tammy’s place…. happy sigh.
I asked the grocery store owner on Bloor Street, back in the day.
Isn’t she gorgeous?
Catherine’s guinea pigs. Sandy and I scared the shit out of them with the thunder tube, but they were much happier after we fed them baby organic salad greens…..
Pic is of Smith, Jan’s salamander.
I had a fabulous time at brunch with Tammy, at a place called the Only Cafe which has an AMAZING beer selection, best I’ve seen since Fogg n Sudds closed, then snackies at Jan and Soon’s (where Catherine showed up with major amounts of awesome cheese and crusty bread, AND spiced olives; my small offering of trail mix seemed rather badly thought out!) and then a Sunday dinner en famille at John and Ruth’s where I (as threatened) inspected their children and was filled with pot roast AND approval.
John gave me a lift to the airport, where I came within a hairsbreadth of losing my ID as I stepped out of the car… good thing I didn’t… and then my flight was delayed but once again I was among the last ones on. My seat mate watched most of An Inconvenient Truth with the subtitles on so I got the benefit too. His laptop then died, and I felt like saying, have you considered any of the fine alternative power products manufactured by … but that would have been just plain wrong. My back this morning is a paean of protest, but apart from hearing that Katie’s planning to move out with her boyfriend April 1, Yes, p0p, it’s true, April 1st….. well, other than that I have little to complain about.
I’m off for brekky with Tammy, and then over to Jan’s and then over to Ruth and John’s. Then, if I am undeservedly lucky, I will get a lift to the airport. More tomorrow!!
The Popemobile was a large component of the crazy stories we used to write back in high school… now a pic, scanged from Cnn.com.