Month: August 2012

The balmy weather kept Bill and Rebecca out in High Park and on the Lakeshore for over 5 hours this morning. I am fortunate to have received another batch of gorgeous photos such as the one above.

Since you seldom get to see who’s behind the High Park pictures, here are Bill and Rebecca from today’s shots. Bill is doing his trademark “surfing” pose. He surfs Park pathways mostly, but today it’s the shoreline.

It was a pleasant surprise this morning, to find that the oppressive humidity had broken and light breezes were making it very comfortable for getting in some steps. I owed my pedometer a few. It’s been too muggy to log my targeted 10,000 daily steps. More like 8,000, the last couple of days. Today I caught up… 15,962 is what you see on the map.

The red dots represent my McDonald’s trifecta. They are giving away free small coffees this week… not just to seniors, to everybody. 🙂

Danica will be back soon from her annual family visit to B.C. but here she is, looking all tanned and relaxed, in front of the provincial parliament buildings. She’s had beautiful, non-humid weather and lots and lots of things to see and do. I remain in Toronto, rejecting the cattle pen airport and its security theatre. When they fix that, I may fly again.

You probably don’t even know how I kept you from going to prison for manslaughter. Quite simple, really.
As you drove your red car at me in the crosswalk on Dundas East, I saw that you were not slowing down in the least. It was broad daylight and the crosswalk signals were flashing, so I realized at once that you must be a blind person, oblivious to my presence between your headlights. To spare you the inconvenience of killing me, I ran out of your way.
Glad to help, but next time, you might not be so lucky.

Karen Bell emailed a set of gorgeous photos of a new rapid transit car in Paris, made to celebrate the Palace of Versailles. My eyes went immediately to the… PADDED SEATS! Oh, the extravagance. Oh, the luxury. How I remember the glory days of our own TTC, when we we too had padded seats. Sigh.

I always enjoyed hearing Gore Vidal on TV, and this clip is an example of why. It happens to make Dick Cavett look pretty good, too, in contrast with a pugnacious Norman Mailer.
Gore Vidal, dead at 86. There goes one of the greats.
BTW, I was disappointed to see a silly, utterly ernest, young TV news chick report the “news” that Vidal had not gone all religious at the end. This was before the CBC network lost its mind later in the day, feverishly interviewing itself over its regaining of Olympic broadcast rights years from now.
So really, no excuse.