One fun weekend (Toronto Life Ep. 445)

I don’t usually have weekend plans. I dread the question on Monday morning, “How was your weekend?” and I have to stammer, “It was good,” when I can’t even remember what happened it was so uneventful. The only weekends I tend to remember are the ones where I’ve gone away. But some weekends, like this…

festivals and markets and hot spots (Toronto Life, Ep.327)

Previous > I thought that our big ole walk (5K return) to the night market on Friday night was my big walk of the weekend but there, I was wrong. In the past few weeks (or longer) I’ve had the most horrid sleep patterns. I keep napping after dinner for stretches from one to four…

Day trippin’ to Buffalo (Toronto Life, Ep. 320)

I logged quite a bit of overtime last month and thus took today off to take care of an appointment (done by 8:45 a.m.), visit Buffalo for the first time in goodness knows how many years, and introduce Lil Sis to cross-border shopping…

Play Me, I’m Yours (Toronto Life, Ep. 318)

I’m a total sucker for public art that is a series of identical forms painted differently and placed around the city. Like Lobsters in the City in Halifax. Spirit bears and eagles in Vancouver. Moose and snowmen in Toronto. And now…

An oppor-toon-ity (Toronto Life Ep. 282)

I was in a bit of a funk this week. A colleague got a great opportunity at work and that kind of news makes me evaluate myself and I will usually come up short by my own evaluation. What have I done recently? A short trip to nearby Quebec City where I was sucky at a challenging run. Then, on Friday, in my open concept office, I heard my boss say, “Okay, I’ll go ask her now,”*

May 2-4 weekend (Toronto Life Ep. 263)

It was a glorious weather Sunday and I was mostly cheerful to be on my own, free to set my own schedule. And then, in a blink of an eye, the weekend was over. Lil Sis told me that what we call Victoria Day, the last Monday before May 25, is known in these parts as “May 2-4”

At my doorstep (Toronto Life Ep. 260)

< Next |┬áPrevious > My walk to work is short and direct and I love the feeling of the crowd also headed with single-minded purpose up Bay Street to various office towers. The first half of my walk, until I reach Front Street, is the ugliest in the world and quite unavoidable for the Gardiner…