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All week I've been watching the sakura blow about on the wind. My tree is almost entirely empty now. Two weeks since the first white appeared, which is good innings. Two doors down's speading branches still glow white in the fairy lights of two doors down's garden, but have begun to blow away too.
Went out walking amid the front lawn dollar store offerings. Got small coloured envelopes, useful for tips if I ever go back to Doordash and grocery delivery. The last three years have depleted my stock of (many) decades, since I belonged to a letter writing generation. Also found several large and sturdy reusable bags which will serve for putting records out front, should we ever have a day that isn't threatening rain. That day was today, and very nice it was too, but the rest of the week is up in the air.
Had bulgogi, then looked for the new coffee shop down Bathurst that people have recommended. They have good lattes and cookies, but the sound system was cranked up to painful, so I ate outside and read Thorndyke on my phone and observed the mammoth towers across the street that have replaced Honest Ed's. Mostly or maybe all are to be rentals, and maybe in the course of time I might find myself there. Or not: I give myself another ten years at most, given how everyone dies at 84, and if I never stop being crippled I may opt for a retirement home instead. Though those will be increasingly harder to come by as the python bulge generation starts moving into its sunset years. Friend who was sussing places out for her parents says it's already like trying to get into Harvard. Given that, half of me thinks I should seize the day and indulge in sugar and alcohol, for tomorrow we may die, while the other half says to exercise more and drop weight so as to remain as active as possible as long as possible. Right now I do both and neither, which is not quite good enough.
Went out walking amid the front lawn dollar store offerings. Got small coloured envelopes, useful for tips if I ever go back to Doordash and grocery delivery. The last three years have depleted my stock of (many) decades, since I belonged to a letter writing generation. Also found several large and sturdy reusable bags which will serve for putting records out front, should we ever have a day that isn't threatening rain. That day was today, and very nice it was too, but the rest of the week is up in the air.
Had bulgogi, then looked for the new coffee shop down Bathurst that people have recommended. They have good lattes and cookies, but the sound system was cranked up to painful, so I ate outside and read Thorndyke on my phone and observed the mammoth towers across the street that have replaced Honest Ed's. Mostly or maybe all are to be rentals, and maybe in the course of time I might find myself there. Or not: I give myself another ten years at most, given how everyone dies at 84, and if I never stop being crippled I may opt for a retirement home instead. Though those will be increasingly harder to come by as the python bulge generation starts moving into its sunset years. Friend who was sussing places out for her parents says it's already like trying to get into Harvard. Given that, half of me thinks I should seize the day and indulge in sugar and alcohol, for tomorrow we may die, while the other half says to exercise more and drop weight so as to remain as active as possible as long as possible. Right now I do both and neither, which is not quite good enough.
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I like bulgogi because it's just enough meat to feel I've had protein but not enough to feel I've overloaded, like hamburger. Also if there's garlic in it, whose health giving benefits I don't deny, there's not enough to put my delicate stomach off, so win-win all round.
And anyway it was a bento box, so I had sushi and salad as well, and no great helpings of anything. Very healthy all round.
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Love Sushi. Haven't really found much of the good stuff in Edinburgh yet.
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I was in Seoul to renew my visa and the smell of kimchi as the crowds exited the station was overwhelming to me. A friend spent a week in Korea attending business meetings/ dinners, and said he had to throw out his shoes afterwards. On the other hand, I don't notice the same phenomenon when I walk through the crowds in Koreaville (which I live just north of) so maybe it's a concentration thing.