Just as we were taking down the fair tonight there was a motorcycle crash at high speed on the Gardiner Expy which is elevated way above the site, running along the south side.
Many of the merchants, including two of my kids, heard the bike racing along - then a sudden crash, and saw debris fly over the guardrail and down into the parking lot. Some of the younger boys dashed to retrieve souvenirs and were stopped by my friend Jane who warned them the police would want to handle that. She then stayed posted til the cruiser came.
To the boys it was exciting and no doubt a story they'll tell to friends all week. To those of us who listened in vain for the ambulance to pull away with the siren on, it was very chilling.
It could have been one of our patrons, someone who bought a snowcone from my daughter, or perhaps the nice young couple who bantered with me about the merchandise and then went off to the pub sing. It could have been one of our young volunteers, earning their community service hours for high school...
Somebody who woke up this morning as I did, who went out to enjoy their day in Toronto, will not wake again.
Be safe, be well, sleep tight everyone. Hugs to all.
Re: Catholics refusing to attend other churches: that can vary from parish to parish depending on the priest. In the 1940s my mom was asked to be a bridesmaid for a Protestant friend. She asked her priest for permission and he flatly refused, saying she would be excommunicated. These days it's easier.
I'm a recovering Catholic, with some beliefs that are simply pagan: seeking a path to live in harmony with spirit, the universe, mother earth (Gaia, if you will).
Note to Z - your thoughts on love are beautifully written. Thank you.
I did cooking, baking, laundry, groceries, pets to the vet, cleaning the litter box, cleaning windows, gardening and washing the car. His uniform shirts needed ironing - always my job. He cleaned the needle on the turntable, polished his work boots, killed spiders, and chopped down a Christmas tree every year (very macho).
Over the years I objected to a number of things that he wouldn't change, including theft, lying, doing drugs... but I didn't know these habits when I married him. Next time I'll be sure my eyes are wide open and do my homework. I guess looking back the socks were no big issue!
I'd only been married a short time when I realized his socks were disappearing. The supply in the dresser drawer was dwindling and none showed up in the laundry hamper. When I asked, he told me he always pitched them under the bed when he got undressed at night. His mom used to get down on her hands and knees and retrieve his socks with a broom and he expected me to do the same.
Our first confrontation and certainly not the last.
Only time I've been a Lady of Leisure was during brief periods of unemployment. I kept my garden growing, discovered new authors, met old friends for coffee and worked several hours a day at job hunting.
If I could, I'd love to be a philanthropist and volunteer and would work rather hard at it.
During World War II, most of America’s chocolate was sent overseas to soldiers. The folks back home turned their attention to other candies, and the flavorful, inexpensive jelly bean quickly became the most popular. President Ronald Reagan loved them so much that he persuaded the Jelly Belly company to make a blueberry flavor so that he could serve red, white, and blue jelly beans in the oval office.
Americans eat about 15 billion jelly beans at Easter.
Jelly bean psychology: boys are more likely to eat a handful at a time while girls like them one by one, and most people eat them in this order: red, purple, green, yellow, and black.
Anyone in Toronto this weekend?
Just as we were taking down the fair tonight there was a motorcycle crash at high speed on the Gardiner Expy which is elevated way above the site, running along the south side.Many of the merchants, including two of my kids, heard the bike racing along - then a sudden crash, and saw debris fly over the guardrail and down into the parking lot. Some of the younger boys dashed to retrieve souvenirs and were stopped by my friend Jane who warned them the police would want to handle that. She then stayed posted til the cruiser came.
To the boys it was exciting and no doubt a story they'll tell to friends all week. To those of us who listened in vain for the ambulance to pull away with the siren on, it was very chilling.
It could have been one of our patrons, someone who bought a snowcone from my daughter, or perhaps the nice young couple who bantered with me about the merchandise and then went off to the pub sing. It could have been one of our young volunteers, earning their community service hours for high school...
Somebody who woke up this morning as I did, who went out to enjoy their day in Toronto, will not wake again.
Be safe, be well, sleep tight everyone. Hugs to all.