I am braving the heat in my sunny and a/c-less work corner (it’s the 3rd day of 34 degree heat) to post because it’s been so long. Last week, before the weather got hot, I went for a walk with A, one of our long walks: 20 km to the end of Queen St East and back. The next few days, we cleared out books, setting outside a number of boxes for neighbours to pick through. You can tell the kind of place we live in as everything was gone within hours.
Now I can actually find the books I have yet to read, and we have shelf space for new books. My kids are slightly creeped out by the neatness of the shelves in the living room: all the games neatly stacked, nothing flopping over or falling out or stacked in layers. You can actually read the book titles. Now for a couple of pics from the walk (click to enlarge):
This is a glimpse of Old Toronto (old meaning about 1870s):
And here is a church front in a gentrified area that used to be an Irish slum. Here’s my question: what is the meaning of the dollar sign intersected by a cross?
All right–I’m taking my netbook off to Starbucks to write, because our house has no a/c. And that is a story for another day.