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The last time I walked past Spadina, my phone said 4000-some steps. Today, in spite of doing 1300 in the morning, it will barely go over 3,000. This must come from carrying it in the breast pocket of my winter coat. Am certain I went over 5k in any case.
The reason I was limping two and a half subway stops was someone on a neighbourhood FB asked if anyone had a toaster oven going spare. I have the beast I bought in early lockdown that is both slow and complicated to use and I could use the counter space. And because she has mobility issues too I said I'd bring it over to her street. What I'd forgotten was that three years ago I could still bike and had brought the thing home on the carrier. It turned out to be too big for the walker's basket so shou ga nai, I put it in a bag and put the bag on the seat with the bag handles looped over the walker's ditto, and gingerly trundled it over. Toronto may be all smug about its curb cuts that supposedly accommodate wheelchairs and strollers and whatnot, but all I can say is I hope I never have to use a motorized wheelchair let alone a standard one, because there's always a ridge of broken paving between the street and the incline, unless the incline itself is cracked and broken. Even taking things slow and using the lift thingy, I nearly lost the oven twice, once being actually rescued by a kind young thing who grabbed it as it was sliding off. I hear that Americans envy our accessibility but in the words of the old song, It's not that we're much better, it's just that we're less worse.
Still I got to see the houses with their decorations still up, on a blue and gold windy evening, so there was that.
The reason I was limping two and a half subway stops was someone on a neighbourhood FB asked if anyone had a toaster oven going spare. I have the beast I bought in early lockdown that is both slow and complicated to use and I could use the counter space. And because she has mobility issues too I said I'd bring it over to her street. What I'd forgotten was that three years ago I could still bike and had brought the thing home on the carrier. It turned out to be too big for the walker's basket so shou ga nai, I put it in a bag and put the bag on the seat with the bag handles looped over the walker's ditto, and gingerly trundled it over. Toronto may be all smug about its curb cuts that supposedly accommodate wheelchairs and strollers and whatnot, but all I can say is I hope I never have to use a motorized wheelchair let alone a standard one, because there's always a ridge of broken paving between the street and the incline, unless the incline itself is cracked and broken. Even taking things slow and using the lift thingy, I nearly lost the oven twice, once being actually rescued by a kind young thing who grabbed it as it was sliding off. I hear that Americans envy our accessibility but in the words of the old song, It's not that we're much better, it's just that we're less worse.
Still I got to see the houses with their decorations still up, on a blue and gold windy evening, so there was that.