oh what a perfect day
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
It's been a difficult month. I spent the first week struggling with Mari's PR application, and work through up several tough days.
But today was different. We were meant to be waiting for an electrician, but having had the usual experiences with professional tradesmen, I decided to take a quick jaunt across the river into the downtown core's east side to get some supplies for the new fish tank. Getting back in time for the appointment with the electrician I rejoined the wait.
When it was clear that the fellow had stood us up, I called and of course got confirmation that he wasn't coming.
Happily, this didn't impact our plans, as we'd been preparing to go out and make the most of the day's sun with a cycle trip to Centre Island Park. We set off at around one and were on the ferry well before two despite the efforts by the city to stop us with a new, non-functional automated ticket system.
Taking a leisurely wander down the length of the outer island, we detoured onto centre island proper for a pic-nic of onigiri, and dawdled to Hanlon's point for the return ferry. The usual tour of the island that I'm sure is done millions of times a year. As we waited for the ferry, Mari exclaimed that she was really enjoying Toronto and its mix of urban offerings and greenery/wildlife. She says that she prefers it to Tokyo's non-stop urban concrete, where "all you can do is go shopping". She's right.
Hmm. I have my first sunburn of the year. Back of my left hand is quite toasty pink.