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Having learned my lesson, instead of at once heading out for distant shores uhh actually a few subway stops north of Bloor where the shop that sells my brand of boots has moved to*, I went online to see if my brand of boots is available. The wp dilly-dallied about In stock no Not in stock no actually In stock, and offered me a search function to find out which branches had them and of course Summerhill didn't, nor the low rise velcro alternative I'd been considering instead. If I wanted to go many many stops north of Bloor I could get to try them on but actually I don't want to go many many stops north of Bloor because actually the subway hasn't gotten to Steeles yet. So I bought online and trust the boots are identical to my present ones.
*They used to be at the Yonge-Eglinton Centre, a shopping mall at yes Yonge and Eglinton. But that intersection fell victim to the much delayed Eglinton light rail, decades in the making: you could no longer access it from the subway station and occasionally couldn't access it from the street, or not without crossing three sides of a square over torn up asphalt. So I assume they cut their losses and moved to the outskirts of tony Rosedale. As for the light rail, I'm tempted to say that someone was for sure lining their pockets there, but one should never ascribe to venality that which can be explained by simple incompetence. (sniff.)
My fridge defrosted in very short order, almost while I was waiting for a laundry to go through and get hung on the line. Laundry didn't dry completely in spite of unseasonable warmth, sun, and breeze, because it was waffle shirts and sweat pants, but I shall hang them up indoors to finish. Too soon I'll be turning the furnace on and then they can dry in the basement. And my lying app credits me with 4,000+ steps and 1756 calories, simply going half way to Spadina. I believe neither, though I'd like to because I weighed myself today and oh dear.
*They used to be at the Yonge-Eglinton Centre, a shopping mall at yes Yonge and Eglinton. But that intersection fell victim to the much delayed Eglinton light rail, decades in the making: you could no longer access it from the subway station and occasionally couldn't access it from the street, or not without crossing three sides of a square over torn up asphalt. So I assume they cut their losses and moved to the outskirts of tony Rosedale. As for the light rail, I'm tempted to say that someone was for sure lining their pockets there, but one should never ascribe to venality that which can be explained by simple incompetence. (sniff.)
My fridge defrosted in very short order, almost while I was waiting for a laundry to go through and get hung on the line. Laundry didn't dry completely in spite of unseasonable warmth, sun, and breeze, because it was waffle shirts and sweat pants, but I shall hang them up indoors to finish. Too soon I'll be turning the furnace on and then they can dry in the basement. And my lying app credits me with 4,000+ steps and 1756 calories, simply going half way to Spadina. I believe neither, though I'd like to because I weighed myself today and oh dear.
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At least there was a kind platform guard to escort you off the platform, but otherwise that sounds precisely like the 'first demolish, then deal with the consequences' mindset of
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