We’re sitting, cooped up inside Elsie’s newish apartment, part of a larger assisted-living complex she moved to after parting with the old family home and cottage over the course of the last year or so.
“Not the best time to be unloading real estate, Barnaby,” she told me throughout the process, twisting and difficult at various points, “but absolutely necessary. For my state of mind.” Continue reading
On Tuesday here in Toronto it was the heat, the unbearable hellacious inferno heat. Unrelenting in its hold on you. Stultifying to the degree that it wasn’t comfortable sitting outside even after the sun went down. You want to stroll out for some ice cream? In this weather?! kind of heat. Continue reading
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer/ Those days of soda and pretzels and beer…
Summer, the four seasons’ tall drink of water. The one that makes the rest of the year worthwhile.
Summertime, and the living is easy.
Long languid days by the water.
… she’s your tootsie wootsie girl/In the good old summertime.
Deliciously hot sticky nights that deliver up ardent youthful summer flings and purple prose.
Summer breeze makes me feel fine/Blowing through the jasmines of my mind…
from the summeriest of 1970s easy rockers, Seals and Crofts.
Summer. Continue reading