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30C and dry is far more bearable than 25 and humid. Today was the latter, and of course this was the day I decided to go down to Harbord and Spadina to pick up my copy of Stone and Sky. Made it, did not die, must have sweated off a good kilo. Then after an hour's vegging on the sofa, did a shop because tomorrow is supposed to rain just about the time I'm up the street for physio. Which put me over 10,000 steps, first time this year, I think.
The neighbourhood lindens are casting their yellow pollen/ whatevers all over the sidewalk. Swept some off the steps with my unsatisfactory broom, reminding me that I'd intended to stop by Wiener's to see if they had straw brooms and/or extend-a-cutters. But of course I turned north from Bloor three blocks away from there. Mug does not conduce to mindfulness.
I still don't know who put my bins back last week-- both NND and SND's were still out when mine were tidily put away. But I recall that the front path was strewn with twigs from the high winds last week, and then suddenly the twigs weren't there and my path was swept clean. I rather suspect Signora down the street of tidying up because I know my messy front garden troubles her soul, but I wish I knew for certain.
The neighbourhood lindens are casting their yellow pollen/ whatevers all over the sidewalk. Swept some off the steps with my unsatisfactory broom, reminding me that I'd intended to stop by Wiener's to see if they had straw brooms and/or extend-a-cutters. But of course I turned north from Bloor three blocks away from there. Mug does not conduce to mindfulness.
I still don't know who put my bins back last week-- both NND and SND's were still out when mine were tidily put away. But I recall that the front path was strewn with twigs from the high winds last week, and then suddenly the twigs weren't there and my path was swept clean. I rather suspect Signora down the street of tidying up because I know my messy front garden troubles her soul, but I wish I knew for certain.