Well, this, 4:12 a.m., definitely is a weird time to be writing, but then again I was so exhausted I was in bed before 8:00 p.m. last night. (This is the sort of peculiar sleeping pattern some of you may have to look forward to...)
We have much on our minds, much on the go, and blogging has again been far down on my priority list. But suddenly at this strange hour, I again have heard the haunting call from cyberspace and find myself here, robotically writing what I hear my "voices" telling me.
Well, Toronto's illusion of an eternal summer, or eternal fall--or an eternal amalgam of all seasons at once--is about to end. It's actually been quite weird around here with trees that are (a) bare (as they should be for this time of year) (b) brightly colored with lots of leaves left (as they should have been six weeks ago) or (c) green. I've been told it's all be due to the record-setting dryness of the summer which has made the leaves want to hang on to the bitter end, sucking whatever sustenance they can before winter comes. (Which isn't a bad analogy for some of us, eh?)
Oh yeah, the point to the preceding paragraph: we're supposed to be getting about ten centimeters of snow today. Like most Canadians, I've meekly accepted the metric system for a lot of things such as temperatures and liquid measure and snowfall, even though I have no clear idea exactly how much ten centimeters actually is. All I know is, it's enough to turn the Greater Toronto Area into one vast parking lot. Anyhow, since I'm going to be driving people around the east end of the city all day long, I'm going to see if I can get a 4WD Honda Pilot for my task today: wheeeeee! (Sometimes we have a choice of vehicles we can use for the shuttle service.)
Well, "th-th-th-that's all for now, folks!" (and don't tell me you don't know those are the famous closing words of Porky Pig).
We have much on our minds, much on the go, and blogging has again been far down on my priority list. But suddenly at this strange hour, I again have heard the haunting call from cyberspace and find myself here, robotically writing what I hear my "voices" telling me.
Well, Toronto's illusion of an eternal summer, or eternal fall--or an eternal amalgam of all seasons at once--is about to end. It's actually been quite weird around here with trees that are (a) bare (as they should be for this time of year) (b) brightly colored with lots of leaves left (as they should have been six weeks ago) or (c) green. I've been told it's all be due to the record-setting dryness of the summer which has made the leaves want to hang on to the bitter end, sucking whatever sustenance they can before winter comes. (Which isn't a bad analogy for some of us, eh?)
Oh yeah, the point to the preceding paragraph: we're supposed to be getting about ten centimeters of snow today. Like most Canadians, I've meekly accepted the metric system for a lot of things such as temperatures and liquid measure and snowfall, even though I have no clear idea exactly how much ten centimeters actually is. All I know is, it's enough to turn the Greater Toronto Area into one vast parking lot. Anyhow, since I'm going to be driving people around the east end of the city all day long, I'm going to see if I can get a 4WD Honda Pilot for my task today: wheeeeee! (Sometimes we have a choice of vehicles we can use for the shuttle service.)
Well, "th-th-th-that's all for now, folks!" (and don't tell me you don't know those are the famous closing words of Porky Pig).
posted by Ted | 1:12 AM
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