toronto open house, part II
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Today we took in another couple of sites in the Doors Open Toronto event.
The weather forecast called for a cloudy morning and an afternoon of thunderstorms. So we headed out first thing after breakfast. First we went to the Toronto Necropolis, which sounds pretty ominous but which turned out to be a rather good cemetery with an interesting chapel. We were rained on, gently, the weather forecast once again proving to be inaccurate. Then we went to the local firehall, which is one of only three that have reached a hundred years of age. I took some pics of Kenny grinning like a lunatic behind the wheel of a fire truck. We even got to see one of those poles that the firemen supposedly slide down at the outset of an incident.
I'm coming to realize something that I wasn't expecting. Toronto is a better place to live as a family than it is as a single twenty-something guy. I say this, having spent the bulk of my thirties either in Toronto and in a relationship or in other cities - a state when I was not dating. I've found that living in Toronto while settled is an awful lot more relaxed. And there are more things to do. Dating in this city is (or I should better say was) not a lot of fun; everything was always so much work and the attitudes were so dreary. For instance, "what do you do" being the primary and often only conversation. Usually meaning 'for a living' (though it depends on who you hang out with; others say "what do you do" and then add, "culturally". But having a kid to show around gets you into way more fun. No crazy expectations, no politics, no people frostily standing around in clubs with their arms crossed against approach by strangers. No hell nights. Ahhhhh.
Aside for our morning outing, I fixed up the bird feeder, put together a shelving unit, took care of a raft of to-do items related to my web site, photo hobby, etc. And I spent quite a while working on my identity theft incident.