A beautiful full moon last night, signalling the end of the summer. Apparently the last day of summer is officially 22nd September i.e. today. How fitting that I start working tomorrow!
I took a walk around the block this evening and savoured the setting sun with the distinct feeling that it was making one last stellar appearance before heading to Antigua for the winter.
We had been searching all over Toronto for a nice spot with an outdoor beer garden where we could enjoy a drink in the sun. Our problem to date has been that due to the huge number of high rises most pubs are in shadow. Bobbi was on her way home after a successful day interviewing and spotted the perfect spot- an Irish bar called Mullins with a smallish but sunny outdoors. Better than that it had bulmers (magners) with big glasses of ice. I was just on my way out the door to join the library for the 7th failed day in a row when the call came in.
'I found it! Get your ass down here.'
So, whats a girl to do? I was changed and hoofing it up Bay street in a flash receiving troubling texts from Bobbi along the lines of
'Your drink is melting'
'The sun's nearly gone'
Horrific news, I quickened my pass and made it in enough time to feel the sun on my face for half an hour and drink a most amazing chilled cider. We could have been sitting outside Ryan's!
Although in saying that, Ryan's sun corner can be a liability. Bobbi, Stef and I once all bumped into each other down in Sandymount Village and since it was a rare event and the sun was shining we decided to have a quick bulmers 'sure the seats are free, it's a sign' and stayed as long as the sunshine did which proved to be quite a while!
Normally when you randomly bump into someone in the village it's because they are shopping. On this particular day I was just getting a few bits, as was Stef, but Bobs had just done a pretty major shop. This shopping included some chicken breasts. Every half an hour or so, as the shoulder straps were pulled down to prevent an uneven tan and the crisps became a given in each round, Bobbi would query if we thought the chicken would be OK.
'Of course!' we chorused.
Nobody wanted the evening broken up by a pair of chats!
Later that evening we all meandered home with our wilted shopping and ruddy faces.
The next day Bobbi cooked and ate a lovely chicken curry and was sick as a dog within twenty mins!!! So be wary of that Ryan's perch. At least ask the barman, along with the glasses of ice, for a bag of ice to store the raw meat!
We landed home feeling a bit merry ourselves last night and were struck by the sight of a glowing moon, the glittering lights of the city below and a lightning storm over to our right. So we plonked ourselves down outside, brought some tunes and half a glass of bulmers each and sat just enjoying the view.
We haven't been out on the balcony much of late due to a horrifying infestation of tiny flies, that are swarming and resting on our patio windows. You get up in the morning, look out the window and think it's overcast but actually it's just a cloud of flies. So during the day it's dangerous not to mention absolutely stomach churning to go out and admire the view. We are working up the courage to tell management about it! They do go away at night and that's become our only chance to head out there!
We are waiting on our new sofa bed to arrive at the moment...it's very exciting because it means we don't have to sit on the floor anymore, or the hard bar stools! Also it signals the end of Bobbi and I's marital bed! Supposedly we were meant to 'book' the lift for the flat pack delivery of the bed....bloody land of rules!
On a side note, I got engrossed in 'The Girl with The Dragon Tatoo' this afternoon, was a slow starter but suddenly kicked in halfway through and now I'm chomping at the bit to go and finish it. Maybe once I've finished it I'll be prompted to FINALLY make it to the library!
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