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Today was fine until, sitting in the study reading FB on the tablet, I see a post in a neighbourhood group saying Anybody else's power out? Yes, mine, as it happens. Informative person says a truck belonging to Davy Tree(killers), an outfit I abominate, had clipped a pole over on Bathurst and then a transformer blew on Euclid and, according to the outage map, everything shut down from Spadina to Ossington and Dupont to Bloor. And though the blue circle of doom shrunk on the map in short order, I was still powerless because my block is always the last to be restored. And though it was a coolish day, PTSD from 2003 will not let me sit in a quiet house waiting to hear the fans restart, so out I went.
Since people were saying Bathurst had power, I went to the greasy spoon there and had a hamburger (no fries) and (cough) a Tom Collins because dammit walking hurt. While there, FB word came that power was back on my block, but erm I had a massage booked for 4:30 and surely I could find something to do in those three hours? Well, I could limp along Annex streets, bent nearly double (*why* does walking hurt?) and have iced coffee (no lemon cake) at a Bloor coffee house, and read another Ann Granger mystery, and limp along Bloor to Spadina. Passed my nemesis on the way, coming from work, and from her brief greeting conclude that she is as happy to be rid of me as I am of her so no I'm never going back to work even if things stop hurting like this and surely they didn't hurt this much before?
And I was still early so I sat by the Jewish Cultural Centre and watched parents picking up their kids from the daycare and day camp and then finally it was time for my massage. And turns out that both sides of my back are full of muscle knots that N first used acupuncture on and then pressed out and sheesh the pain and why why *why* has everything gone into knots??? So I may have to look up that chiropractor sooner rather than later because this cannot go on. Argh.
Since people were saying Bathurst had power, I went to the greasy spoon there and had a hamburger (no fries) and (cough) a Tom Collins because dammit walking hurt. While there, FB word came that power was back on my block, but erm I had a massage booked for 4:30 and surely I could find something to do in those three hours? Well, I could limp along Annex streets, bent nearly double (*why* does walking hurt?) and have iced coffee (no lemon cake) at a Bloor coffee house, and read another Ann Granger mystery, and limp along Bloor to Spadina. Passed my nemesis on the way, coming from work, and from her brief greeting conclude that she is as happy to be rid of me as I am of her so no I'm never going back to work even if things stop hurting like this and surely they didn't hurt this much before?
And I was still early so I sat by the Jewish Cultural Centre and watched parents picking up their kids from the daycare and day camp and then finally it was time for my massage. And turns out that both sides of my back are full of muscle knots that N first used acupuncture on and then pressed out and sheesh the pain and why why *why* has everything gone into knots??? So I may have to look up that chiropractor sooner rather than later because this cannot go on. Argh.