Marian in Toronto

Marian and I came to Toronto last night and saw bitterlawngnome’s latest photo series at Statler’s Lounge, showing until the end of February. It’s about love, portraying couples in various interactions and expressions, and suits the intimate space well. The jazz singer’s volume was more overwhelming, but she was good. A few other friends were there, and I appreciated catching up with token_otter.

When we arrived, the server asked Marian whether she wanted a drink. She said no, but he misunderstood her as requesting the same as me (a Strongbow). He didn’t even bat an eye, but said I had ordered the last one. In a group of adults, it’s alarming how easily she passes for 18.

She’ll spend a couple weeks in Toronto this summer to take two courses, science and math, at Upper Canada College. It’s a boys’ secondary school, the elitist in Canada, but apparently offers co-ed summer courses. This makes my head spin. Math and science come easily to her, but she is acing everything.

I’m still feeling overtired, despite having slept better the past two nights. Tonight after dropping Marian off I’ll head home and see whether I can get back into a proper routine.

Weather complaint

Six-and-a-half hours of driving in a winter storm is enough to make me want to leave Ontario. I was considering getting a hotel room in Lindsay, but by the time we arrived the snow had stopped. I dropped Marian off and turned towards home, only to drive back into bad weather. On Airport Road, coming down a hill and preparing to turn right onto Old Highway 24, I lost control and slid through the intersection. Fortunately I had a green light, and there were no other vehicles around anyway. That was the worst of numerous nerve-wracking incidents. What a relief it was to see the pink sky glow of Guelph looming on the horizon. I get sick of driving to Lindsay in bad weather.

I'll be over it tomorrow.