samedi, mai 31, 2008

sightings

On one of his very last days in Toronto, I managed to get in the way of the master while he was buying bananas at Dominion.

My Saturday is complete.

vendredi, mai 30, 2008

Sprung

Today it is overcast and spitting enough rain that the grass and lilacs and tulips and apple blossoms shoot smell out into the breeze that winds through the brick and gabled Victorian mansions along Brunswick street.

Spring is not something I thought about when I decided to move to this city which is so famed for its winters and sweltering smoggy summers.

While I was sleepwalking through May the front gardens sprouted and drank up all the rain and grew and grew into lush front stoop oases that beg me to sit with a cup of tea and absorb lilac essence through my pores.

Spending a morning pedaling along one way side streets in the Annex and catching raindrops and maple tree pods in my hair causes my thoughts to run together in swooping arching sentences completely devoid of punctuation.

mercredi, mai 28, 2008

I hear your cries in the desert...

There isn't any good reason for the month-long blog hiatus.

May seems to have disappeared in a flurry of cycling, sleeping, smelling like curry, drinking wine professionally, lunch and coffee dates, birthday parties and orange juice. Not a bad way to lose a month.

I had a visitor, (who posts far more frequently than I do... so scroll down for his take on the center of the universe) and I had...uh well I don't exactly remember, but it seemed important at the time.

I'm hoping to get my act together in June. I will endeavor to establish more of a routine - writing, running, eating - and maybe this feeling of fragmentation due to centrifugal force will abate.