There’s an industrial area in the South Etobicoke area of Toronto, not too far north of us, around the expressway and the tracks. Mostly we don’t pay much attention to it. Today, camera in hand, I drove around the area, taking pictures as research material… Read More
At a certain point a number of months ago, a space alien appeared on my face, more specifically on my right cheek. It was subtle at first. It looked like 3 or 4 raised lesions, slightly lighter than my skin colour and it was not… Read More
Our old furnace is just that – old. But it’s been serviceable. Our nephew Terence is in the heating/air conditioning business and he’s been suggesting over the past two or three years that it might be time to get a new (and more efficient) one.… Read More
I know quite a few people who have happily sent the most personal information they have, their DNA, to some company in return for a report telling them their ancestry by percentages. My feeling about this has been, go to town, have fun with it,… Read More
Tuffy P has been watching a program on Netflix about reducing clutter. It features ordinary slobs who come to recognize they need to clean up their crap. So they invite the star of the show, a Japanese woman, who shows up at their home in… Read More
We started the year with a vacation, to Vietnam. Neither of us had been to Asia before so this was quite an adventure. I was very apprehensive about the long flight, but as it turned out it was not as brutal an experience as I… Read More
Tuffy P and I volunteer for a 5-pin bowling league called The Tri-Hards. The bowlers, all adults, have various challenges and disabilities. The league has been going for many, many years, and some of the bowlers have been getting together to bowl for 20 years… Read More
We had a great time as guests at Bloor Street Entertains last evening, the fantastic CANFAR fundraiser in support of HIV/AIDS research. This event took place in various retail environments on Bloor St. here in Toronto, converted for the evening for a dinner event. We… Read More
We’re closing in on winter. Down at the bottom end of Sam Smith Park, the yacht club people have the big cranes out and they’re yanking all the boats out of the harbour for the season. That is, except for the one or two wacky… Read More
The supernatural beings who live in the Imagination Stations out back have been complaining because they haven’t been able to receive mail. We all know complaining about the mail service is a time-honoured activity among Canadian humans, but now the pixies, fairies, trolls, sprites, elves,… Read More
