twenty-seven years and one million words
Today was our first visit to Leslie Spit so far this year. As usual, we watched for snakes. Ken's riding has grown much more confident, and Mari and I can see the end coming for his days in the bike trailer.
We all managed to get a bit of burn because it was brightly sunny.
On the endless saga of Rob Ford, mayor of Toronto; "It shouldn't have had to come to this. I'm so tired of getting up every morning and wondering, 'What will it be today?' I'm so tired of giving the benefit of the doubt again and again, only to be let down again and again.... Somewhere a responsible adult has to appear, draw a bright moral line, tell the truth and say unequivocally what won't be tolerated. Somebody has to do the right thing."
—Denzil Minnan-Wong