Unreasonably delighted

I followed a link in the Frommer's daily travel newsletter, and thought "Oh cool, I can fly into Toronto Island again."

Not quite yet: it's a brand-new airline, and what they have up so far is Toronto-Ottawa flights. And I've little reason to visit Toronto these days (with alanro on the other side of the continent, to say nothing of the border). Nonetheless, I am pleased: flights into central Toronto, not Pearson, and a quick ferry ride to downtown and an easy subway connection. Once upon a time (in the 1980s), I could get easy flights from LaGuardia to Toronto Island (which they're referring to as Toronto City Centre, but it's on one of the little harbor islands), and clear customs in about three minutes, because most of the flights were Canadian domestic so customs was never busy. That was on 32-seat propjets, which I was perfectly happy with but some people don't like; Porter Air is using 70-seaters.

Unreasonably delighted

I followed a link in the Frommer's daily travel newsletter, and thought "Oh cool, I can fly into Toronto Island again."

Not quite yet: it's a brand-new airline, and what they have up so far is Toronto-Ottawa flights. And I've little reason to visit Toronto these days (with alanro on the other side of the continent, to say nothing of the border). Nonetheless, I am pleased: flights into central Toronto, not Pearson, and a quick ferry ride to downtown and an easy subway connection. Once upon a time (in the 1980s), I could get easy flights from LaGuardia to Toronto Island (which they're referring to as Toronto City Centre, but it's on one of the little harbor islands), and clear customs in about three minutes, because most of the flights were Canadian domestic so customs was never busy. That was on 32-seat propjets, which I was perfectly happy with but some people don't like; Porter Air is using 70-seaters.

It's not exactly cat vacuuming

There's enough real housework to be done here as a displacement activity that julian_tiger is safe for a while, at least from anything worse than having to run to another room if I decide to vacuum a floor near him.

It's not exactly cat vacuuming

There's enough real housework to be done here as a displacement activity that julian_tiger is safe for a while, at least from anything worse than having to run to another room if I decide to vacuum a floor near him.

QOTD

The Old War Criminal is back. I try not to hold grudges, but I must admit I have never lost one ounce of rancor toward Henry Kissinger, that cynical, slithery, self-absorbed pathological liar. He has all the loyalty and principle of Charles Talleyrand, whom Napoleon described as"a piece of dung in a silk stocking." —Molly Ivins

Well worn

I just threw out a jacket that I'd put away last Spring, knowing it was badly ripped in ways that probably aren't fixable (a tear in the patterned fabric, exposing the layer of fabric that made it a mid-weight Spring/Fall jacket).

I'll miss it, but I'm sure I got my money's worth. I picked it up at a consignment shop several years back, while in Seattle for a week between Corflu and Potlatch; that was the year they were both in Seattle, on consecutive weekends. I stayed with alanro and shikzoid for the time between the cons, except for the side trip to Vancouver with marykaykare, akirlu, and libertango. My Vancouver aquarium shirt is still in good shape, but it was new when I bought it.

Well worn

I just threw out a jacket that I'd put away last Spring, knowing it was badly ripped in ways that probably aren't fixable (a tear in the patterned fabric, exposing the layer of fabric that made it a mid-weight Spring/Fall jacket).

I'll miss it, but I'm sure I got my money's worth. I picked it up at a consignment shop several years back, while in Seattle for a week between Corflu and Potlatch; that was the year they were both in Seattle, on consecutive weekends. I stayed with alanro and shikzoid for the time between the cons, except for the side trip to Vancouver with marykaykare, akirlu, and libertango. My Vancouver aquarium shirt is still in good shape, but it was new when I bought it.

Good company

roadnotes spent the afternoon up here today. We drank tea, talked, and ate carrot cake (she hadn't been to Carrot Top in a while, for reasons of geography). It was a broad-ranging catchup conversation, a bit of what's new (stuff that had seemed either too minor or too private to put on LJ) and comparing notes on where we are, how we got here, and what we (mostly) like about it. Also about being sick and low on energy, but recovering.

We've been having these conversations for a long time. Not really for the first few years we knew each other, but for about a quarter century now. Having that depth of time and connection is valuable: not that nothing needs explaining, but that there's texture to the new information and the explanations.

I got some extra exercise in, by going up and over the hill on 215th Street (steeper, and stairs) on my way to Carrot Top. I'd been thinking that I wanted variety, and I'd go east on 215th, down the staircase, and then walk back my usual way, on 218th, once I had the cake. And then I had the cake, looked at that rather industrial-looking and uninteresting stretch of Broadway, and climbed back up the stairs. (Ten flights, ten or so steps each.)

Good company

roadnotes spent the afternoon up here today. We drank tea, talked, and ate carrot cake (she hadn't been to Carrot Top in a while, for reasons of geography). It was a broad-ranging catchup conversation, a bit of what's new (stuff that had seemed either too minor or too private to put on LJ) and comparing notes on where we are, how we got here, and what we (mostly) like about it. Also about being sick and low on energy, but recovering.

We've been having these conversations for a long time. Not really for the first few years we knew each other, but for about a quarter century now. Having that depth of time and connection is valuable: not that nothing needs explaining, but that there's texture to the new information and the explanations.

I got some extra exercise in, by going up and over the hill on 215th Street (steeper, and stairs) on my way to Carrot Top. I'd been thinking that I wanted variety, and I'd go east on 215th, down the staircase, and then walk back my usual way, on 218th, once I had the cake. And then I had the cake, looked at that rather industrial-looking and uninteresting stretch of Broadway, and climbed back up the stairs. (Ten flights, ten or so steps each.)