Hair Care

As I get older, I find that my hair requires more and more support. Every 5 weeks I go to see Sofia for a cut, colour, and blowdry/styling. And on every second visit she adds “highlights” which make the colour look more realistic, ie not just one shade. It’s an illusion thing. I like Sofia because she is talented, efficient, and close by. She knows about all my friends and family. She listens to my worries and is good with her advice. But her work is expensive. You bald guys out there sure save a lot of money!

I have been going to see Sofia regularly for the last 6 years. But for the last couple of weeks, life has intervened. On the day of my appointment 3 weeks ago I woke up with a stomach bug and Sofia was happy to cancel. We agreed I would re-book as soon as I was feeling better.

I felt better the next day, but I had a “vacation” planned. I was going to spend 10 days with my grand daughter Agnes, while her parents were away on their own vacation. I would be staying right downtown, quite far away from Sofia’s salon. Maybe this might be the perfect opportunity to find a different hairstylist, one who did not cost an arm and a leg.

First, I asked Agnes’s parents for the name of their local hairstylist. This would solve my immediate problem at least. But I forgot to write down the name or the address of their stylist. While sitting in their living room ruminating, I saw a piece of paper stuck in the seam of the sofa and, voila! It was a receipt for a recent haircut, complete with address and phone number. Surely this was serendipitous! But I hesitated. It was a lot for a new customer to ask: cut, colour, highlights, styling. And I didn’t even had a photo of my usually perfect hair to show them. Maybe I’d better wait…

Instead I called someone named Barb who had been recommended by friends. She was close to my house, skilled and cheaper. But I had been told that she was very very busy. Hmmm… I could probably last another week if she could fit me in then. I called. I told Barb how much my friends LOVED her work. I even said “Please?” a few times. I was getting close to begging. Finally I got Barb to agree that she would see how things went, and would give me a call if she had time.

Meanwhile I was getting shaggier and greyer every day. So I called Sofia and she said she would come into the salon early to help me this past Saturday, at 10:00 am. I “borrowed” some of Agnes’s mom’s expensive shampoo and conditioner which helped keep me presentable for another week. But at 9:00 am on Saturday, Sofia texted me to say that their air conditioning in the salon was broken, the temperature inside was 37C, and they were not opening for the day. Aggghhh

By this time I was ready to shave my head and buy a wig. I guess Sofia could hear the desperation in my voice, so we worked together with our calendars and found an opening next Friday. In the meantime I have a few social events coming up. But my time with Agnes is now finished so I have no easy access to the expensive shampoo and conditioner. After more ruminating, I ordered it online to get me through another week.

At the end of it all, I have Sofia who still costs me an arm and a leg. And I now have shampoo and conditioner which also cost an arm and a leg. I’m not sure I have made any hair care progress at all!

Sue

PS Photo definitely not available.

ROM: Through the Eyes Of My Grandchildren

Last week I spent a day with a couple of my grandchildren, Agnes 14 and Ben 10, at the ROM. They had both been there before, but they wanted to go again – together. They wanted to show each other their favourite exhibits.

The plan was to wander through each floor, stopping when a favourite spot came along. The first exhibit that caught their attention was in China. Right away the kids noticed the swastika on an Emperor’s robe. I had thought the swastika was a marketing tool of Hitler’s, but it turns out that the symbol has been around in Chinese culture for at least 5000 years, symbolizing good fortune and prosperity. Along with all his horrifying atrocities, Hitler had been plagiarizing as well.

Next we visited the biodiversity section where we saw the bat cave, numerous crawling things, exotic fish, food webs, a piece of rock from the moon, and of course dinosaurs. The dinosaur exhibit was of particular interest to me because it has been moved from its original dark space near the entrance to a bright and airy new section on the second floor. Dinosaurs of all sizes can now be examined up close.

After all that, it was time for a break. The kids had never been to the restaurant; they had always come with other groups and their lunch, and sat in a different area. The restaurant is not gourmet but it serves pizza with good pepperoni (according to Ben) and a delicious salad with greens and fruit (according to me!). We were happy eating, as we made our plans for the next part of our visit.

We had saved the third floor for last. This area contains Ancient Egypt which is a crowd favourite, mostly because of the mummies. But Ben and Agnes had seen them all before and walked by with only one comment: “gross.” We found 2 versions of Cleopatra – one carved in stone, and the other one a replica of Cleopatra putting on her make-up. That interested Agnes immensely.

The Japanese exhibit is also on the third floor now. At first Ben said he wasn’t interested, until I reminded him that he and his family had visited Japan only a year ago. Then he spotted the samurai swords and rushed over. He and Agnes studied the swords and the kimonos. Then they were attracted to the gift-wrapping table, Japanese style. This, like many other exhibits, was hands-on.

And that is what impressed me most about the updated ROM. Most of the exhibits have some sort of interactive display which engages young visitors fully.

Pushing buttons:

spinning wheels:

activating lights:

listening to mini-lectures:

tapping on images:

Our final stop was for more food at a small cafe on the main floor. Agnes chose a dessert square, Ben found a Kermit Gingerbread Man who quickly became legless, and I got a very sugary Nanaimo bar. We left the ROM with tummies full of calories and minds full of interesting things we had learned from our ancestors. Not one of us had even thought of using our cell phones.

Sue

Driving Lessons

One day last week when I was outside watching the cars go by, I turned my attention to a small black car stopped near our curb. A young girl got out of the passenger seat and skipped merrily over to the driver’s side. The driver opened the door and slowly stood up. He spoke to her briefly and then headed towards the other side of the car. How sweet! I thought. A dad is teaching his daughter how to drive!

I thought back to the time when I was about 14. My dad used to make me sit in the passenger seat while he drove, talking non-stop about defensive driving: looking out for the other guy as well as yourself. I learned about 2-way stops that other drivers assumed were 4-way, lane changers who didn’t signal, and kids dashing out from between parked cars. I assumed that my dad would be my driving instructor.

One day when I was 16, it happened. I drove my dad and his car for the first time – right into a peach orchard! I thought it was cool sitting there in a car underneath all those juicy peaches. But Dad was apoplectic. From then on, Mom took over my driving practice, guided by lessons from a driving school.

When my own 2 children started asking about driving lessons I thought about my dad. I turned to Young Drivers Of Canada. Their basic philosophy is defensive driving. You start by walking around your car checking for flat tires, doors ajar, and dirty windshields. Only then do you get into the car and fasten your seat belt. I can easily say that both of my adult kids are very safe drivers.

How was this young girl going to do?

The man opened the trunk and took out a cloth. He wiped the roof of the car, and then affixed a sign: Young Drivers of Canada. YEA! This instructor seemed serious. As soon as he got into the car, he began speaking and gesturing with his hands. I could tell by his gestures that he was pointing out features of the dashboard. First the windshield wipers went on and off. Then the turn indicators flashed, and the warning lights flashed. Finally and most important – the brake lights shone.

I wondered how the instructor was remembering everything. So I got out the binoculars and peeked. He had a clip board in his lap and was ticking off items as he went along. Smart guy. There is a lot of curriculum in teaching a new driver how to handle a huge lethal weapon. There are the mechanics of it all, including backing up, turning safely, and dealing with other vehicles. There are pedestrians looking at their phones instead of the road. There are little kids racing with one another on motorized scooters. Then there are the moral obligations of thinking on behalf of other drivers who are not paying attention, as my dad had taught me so well.

I watched the black car while the instructor finished his lesson. Then I waited for the girl to begin her new life. Suddenly – she stepped on the pedal and roared off. Good luck young driver. And slow down!

Sue

Window Washers

For several spring seasons our aged bodies have been staring up in despair at our dirty windows. Peter felt it was his job as a homeowner to get some exercise by climbing ladders and stretching overhead to scrub and rinse. Last year he got a special device to hold the ladder against the roof, and we found a Windex spray bottle that attaches to the hose. It was my job to steady the ladder and hold my cellphone ready to call 911. The result was better, but still a lot of work.

This year the job seemed to be even worse. We needed the gutters, which had gone from sparkling white to an ugly grey, cleaned too. But our families rebelled, telling Peter it was time to give it up. Let somebody else do it. They said we could find window washers on Google, or from recommendations of neighbours. Or sometimes young kids might come to the door and offer their services. As long as they had references or proof of some sort of a company, and their own tools, it would be OK.

Very soon after one of these conversations, there was a knock at our door. Two guys in their mid-20’s with a folding ladder, a name of a company on their shirts, a scrub brush with a telescoping handle, and a backpack full of cleaning supplies stood in front of us. Like angels. They had just finished a house nearby, they had gutter experience, they could start the next morning and the price was right. Timing is everything.

In case of possible fraud or future house invasions, I took a picture as they left. I am obviously not a trained crime fighter because you can’t really see their faces or their name tags.

But at our age, almost any visitors are welcome. We got up early to have breakfast before the fun began. The guys arrived on time and went to work. One started washing widows, even taking out screens and hosing them down. The other one was the gutter expert. We stayed inside out of their way. Sometimes we got a shock as we went into a bedroom and saw hairy legs through a newly cleaned window. Other times we went outside to pick dandelions and watch the determined scrubbing. It felt like real joy as we followed them making their way around our house.

In about 5 hours they were done. The fun was over. We offered to pay but they asked us to do a walk around the house first – checking their work. We found one small corner that they had missed. They quickly unfolded the ladder and went to work. Then Peter got out his wallet. It was money so well spent.

Finally he went back to his chair, delighted that the job had been done and he hadn’t had to do it. And I hadn’t had to call 911.

Sue

Playing Games

Yesterday the kids next door found a new way to amuse themselves during the summer.

Watching them brought back memories of how we used to amuse ourselves during the 1950’s when the weather was oh so hot. In the city, we roller skated for hours around and around the block. We played hopscotch on the quiet streets. We went to the park and chased each other around blowing bubbles. We got our dads to set up the sprinkler on the hose so we could run through it. And we did a lot of laughing.

These days kids’ toys are much more sophisticated. First they sit around inside with their devices and watch Youtube or play video games. Some of the older ones create videos and games themselves. Then they go on to make millions of dollars by the time they’re 19.

But most of the kids eventually get sent outside by their caregivers. After some complaining, they get on their brand new bikes decked out with bells and streamers and baskets, and they ride around the neighbourhood, dodging oncoming traffic. After they have given several drivers heart attacks they go home and switch to their new scooters – with tiny motors! Ah that’s more like it – no peddling, just steering and veering.

One neighbourhood boy of about 8 made up a new game of coasting on his motorized scooter down the driveway directly onto the street. The game was to see if he could avoid being hit by a car. After all, he was wearing a helmet; he waw invincible! I watched in horror as this game commenced. Then the boy had a close call. A car screeched to a halt and the scooter wobbled to a stop. The driver tore off, shaking his fist in the air! I went over to the boy and told him in a stern voice that he must stop playing this stupid game before he got killed. I even said something corny like “We don’t want our lovely neighbourhood to be spoiled by the vision of a child lying dead on the road.”

Suddenly the father appeared out of the garage and gave me a “mind your own business” kind of look. Then he sauntered over to the boy, patted him on the back, and said “Maybe you should find something else to do, alright son?”

OK so in hindsight that was not my best teachable moment. I could have talked to the boy with more empathy. I could have sent some road safety videos to his device. I could have borrowed a traffic guard uniform and taken up duty at the end of his driveway. I could have bought myself a motorized scooter and followed him around the neighbourhood, calling him a naughty boy.

But I digress. What I really wanted to tell you about was the kids next door, Hudson and Jade. These kids and their parents have somehow found the perfect outside activity. Another, richer, family had discarded a trampoline and left it on the driveway for the garbage collectors. Apparently it was in great shape – they just had other plans for the space in their back yard. Hudson and Jade’s parents dragged it across the street and into their back yard. They bought a new safety net to cover it and voila the kids were in business.

Those kids are on that trampoline all the time. They jump in shorts, in jeans, in snowsuits, and in Hallowe’en costumes. They jump with each other, with friends, and even occasionally with their dad. They have made up all sorts of tricks including: bouncing alternately on legs and then knees, doing random twists, executing somersaults, and figuring out synchronized moves together. They even make up appropriate noises to go with each trick. “look out! yowie! blasting off! somersault special!”

But last weekend on a hot day, they figured out the best one so far. They got out the sprinkler and aimed it at the centre of the trampoline. Voila – a bouncing splash pad!

Oh to be young again…

Sue

Pete and Pele

I have to admit that I am not a big fan of soccer. But Peter has a different point of view entirely. Growing up in Italy, he and his buddies played soccer constantly. The rules were easy to follow, and it was cheap: they could play it on any patch of grass and they didn’t need fancy clothes or expensive equipment.

When Peter’s older brother invited him to a soccer match at Varsity Stadium in the 1960’s he was delighted. When he found out that a world-class star, Pele, would be there, Pete was over the moon. And so were the fans. The stadium was packed, but the fans inside were outnumbered by the wannabe fans on the outside. As the interlopers began climbing the concrete walls, the police noticed. They considered their options. Then they stepped back and let the fans, paying and non-paying, cheer on their team. It was the right call.

Peter’s daughter, Andrea, is also a soccer fan and during the winter she put her heart and soul into finding tickets online for the FIFA World Cup. She managed to come up with at least one pair, for a “friendly” game against Tunisia on March 29th and she offered to take her dad with her. They agreed to meet at the GO station near BMO field. They bundled up because their seats near the field were uncovered and outside. As soon as they met at the GO station, the heavens opened up and, by the time they had run to the stadium, they were almost drenched. Once there, they had to wait because their seats were flooded out. After standing for an hour waiting in damp clothes, they gave up and went home.

But this did not dampen their soccer spirit, not one bit. Nor has weather, or anything else for that matter, affected the spirit of Toronto fans in general. FIFA signs are everywhere. Public transit and roadways are being upgraded. Restaurants and hotels are preparing for huge increases in business. Media coverage is being expanded; even the grass growers for the venues are advertising on TV. Kids of all ages are buying soccer merch.

Peter and I got into the spirit by going on a Toronto heritage walk on Saturday, where the tour leader told us about the history of soccer in Toronto. It was not surprising to learn that soccer was imported to Canada by Scottish immigrants in the mid 1800’s. The first recorded game was played in 1876 at the Toronto Cricket Club. In 1906 the Ontario Soccer League was formed. In 1912 a Canada-wide league was created. And in 1914 Canada joined FIFA. The first World Cup was hosted by Uruguay in 1930. That’s 94 years ago and yet this year marks the first time the World Cup has been partly hosted by Canada. No wonder there’s so much enthusiasm!

The first official venue for soccer in Toronto was Exhibition Stadium, built in 1948 to compliment the facilities at the CNE. It was used as a soccer field and concert venue for many years. The Blue Jays began their Toronto history there as well. But by 1999 the Jays had moved to the Skydome, and Exhibition Stadium was plagued by problems. The weather coming off lake Ontario, even snow in late fall, affected players and fans alike. And the pigeons gathered to consume fans’ leftover snacks and leave their poop behind. The stadium, nicknamed “the mistake by the lake,” was demolished in 1999.

After a lot of fundraising and politicking, enough money was raised to build the new, soccer-specific, BMO Field, on the site. But as readers know, that’s not the end of the story. For the FIFA World Cup, extensive renovations have been needed. Temporary seating, adding seats for 18,000, has brought the fan capacity up to 40,000. New LED scoreboards and video boards have also been added. And there is even heating, just in case.

You can be sure that fans without tickets will try hard to foil the police when the Toronto FC plays the first game on June 12 against Bosnia & Herzegovina. As for Peter, he will be home watching from the comfort of his living room chair. And Pele? He will be watching from another world.

Sue

Doors Open

Despite the rainy weekend, Peter and I went to one of our favourite city events. This is an opportunity for the public to have a peek inside buildings that are normally closed to the public – for free!

On a very rainy Saturday we cut our route down to just 2 buildings, close together. First we stopped at the Goethe Institute, 100 University Ave. It’s a brand new suite of rooms devoted to German culture. The very first room on display offered warm pretzels and apfelstrudel. It was a delicious way to begin our visit.

Another room was devoted to the FIFA World Cup and soccer. We saw a T-shirt that we thought our grandson Gavin would love. But it was not for sale – we had to win it! Contestants had to answer 3 questions about German culture. As we waited in line, we memorized the correct answers from the earlier contestants. But, when it was our turn, we discovered that there were lots of questions, delivered randomly. Busted! We still managed to get 2 out of 3 questions right. And the T-shirt was ours.

You’re welcome, Gavin!

Our next stop was a short subway ride away, at 480 University Ave. An elevator took us to the eleventh floor, the home of HOK Toronto Design Studio. This is an architectural firm famous for many well-known buildings such as: Algonquin College, Memorial University, and Waterloo University. Their most current project, one that comes with some controversy, is the rehabilitation of Centre Block in the Parliament Buildings, including the Senate, the House of Commons, and the Library.

Photo from their brochure

Speakers told us about some of the public discourse, for example: should the front door be expanded and repositioned to make a “statement,” or should it remain partially hidden from view, giving priority to the front lawns where celebrations and other public events take place? It was an interesting point. After so much brain overload, we took a booklet of other projects for future reference, and went home.

On Sunday we waited until the rain finally stopped before venturing out. We grabbed our umbrellas just in case and went to visit a brand new building in a local park. Maybelle Park is a tiny patch of green, an oasis in the middle of towering high rise apartments. The new community centre breathes life into the concrete jungle. It’s a building designed to store equipment, to organize community events, to share a coffee with friends, to host children on a rainy day at camp. It’s a small space with a big purpose.

Notice the bold pigeons resting on top of the sign.

Then we went home, grateful for these experiences organized by the city and local businesses, and thinking about the places we hope to visit next year.

Sue

The Secret Gardens

As all Ontarians know, the May 24th weekend for those who don’t own cottages is the beginning of gardening season. This year the weather was perfect – warm and sunny, although the temperature forecast for the rest of the week is a little disheartening. Tomorrow night there could be low single digits!

Undaunted, we rushed out to some nurseries and searched for the best prices. Then we grabbed up the freshest annuals in our favourite colours, and lugged some bags of potting soil into our trunk. I even picked up new gardening gloves to replace the ones the mice found in the garage during the long winter. Then we sat down to contemplate where to start.

This year, both Peter and I were feeling a bit hesitant to begin this gardening marathon. Peter had turned 80 during the winter and I had dealt with some health issues. Although our house in the city sits on a relatively small property, the previous owners were avid gardeners and planted a Lot of stuff! There are trees and shrubs and hedges and flower gardens all over the place. And they all grow magnificently.

I started off the season by buying a new tool. It’s a Lee Valley invention for old people. It can be a seat or, flipped over, a kneeling pad. Both ways it is something to hold onto while standing up. I already have some good gardening tools – diggers and clippers, and they are all stored in a handy plastic bag with handles. I figured I was all set as I headed to the front yard. I always do the front first, because that’s what people see when they arrive for a visit. It’s gardening vanity.

When I arrived at the garden which runs along beside the front steps and walkway to the front door, I realized a couple of things. First of all my stool would not work on the hilly part at the beginning – it was too wobbly. Second, I remembered that last year I had been dealing with a broken shoulder during May and June and the gardening had somehow been forgotten! Where was the garden anyway? Was it that pile of dead leaves and stumps?

I got down on my knees an began to dig and pull, dig and pull. Soon I came across some tulip stems with their tops bitten off, the remains of some dead annuals from 2 years ago, a travelling vine from a distant ivy plant, and a pot with a plant that is as ancient as the house and has withered old arms and legs, I mean branches.

Meanwhile Peter wasn’t doing much better in the back. Some tomato seeds he had planted inside in March had grown too tall and spindly as they looked for sun. By the time he was ready to plant them outside they were toast. He was devastated. “What about all the people who count on my cherry tomatoes? They are going to be so disappointed!” So he had to stop work and go shopping for small tomato plants.

After I finished the front garden, I headed to the back and found the same neglect. The area where I used to plant bright red annuals as a border had been overtaken by the bushes behind, and some alien plant that was invading my garden right through the chain link fence! I got on my knees again and began to dig. These aliens did not want to leave! And they were accompanied by another foreign species – some kind of mushroom. Were they at least good to eat? No, dear readers, despite being quite distraught, I didn’t poison myself.

Alien species slips through the fence

Then I moved to another area of the back yard where 2 sweet little flowering bushes I had never seen before had sprung up. And after we tidied up the side of the shed, Peter found a tall lilac tree in bloom. Despite all the work, I was really excited with the new discoveries and ready to end the day on this high note. Then Peter pointed out that the rhubarb was growing fast and really needed to be cooked.

This gardening weekend is going to last the entire summer.

Sue

Scammed!

Hard to believe that I could be so blindsided, especially by COSTCO, everyone’s favourite warehouse. People all over Canada have made an exception to the “buy Canada” rule, just so they can continue to stop by at COSTCO and pick up a BBQ chicken or an outdoor shed. But not any longer – not in this house!

Our old dishwasher is the cause. It stopped working last Monday after dinner. Of course, it was full of dirty dishes, so we had to find our dish drying rack and clean up the mess, in our pyjamas. It was a late night. The next morning was full of stress too, with questions such as: how to eat cereal off a paper plate, or whether we should make a mad dash to Timmy’s for or morning coffee. Our old dishwasher was our lifeline, our friend.

We hesitated about what to do next. The dishwasher was a gem, but a 14-year-old gem, ad we all know what happens to parts as they get older, don’t we? We had already had the drainage pump replaced, and this time it seemed like an electrical problem. So we tried our luck with a repairman and he confirmed our worst fears: “Don’t spend any more money on this one. Buy a new one instead. COSTCO has the best prices and they might even install it for you.” I checked on the COSTCO website and found a dishwasher on sale for under $600. Then I posed this question on the screen: Why buy a dishwasher at COSTCO? Here is the answer I received:

Can you see why I didn’t quite read down to see the small print about how installation is included except for gas appliances and dishwashers? Anyway the delivery man was very speedy. He dropped the box in the centre of the kitchen and had me sign a paper saying that I had received delivery. Then he headed for the door, as I called out “How about the installation?” “Oh that’s not my department” he said. “You have to call somebody else for that. The phone number is on your order confirmation.”

He sped away as I frantically searched for the phone number. Of course there was no phone number. I had to search through the COSTCO website to find the Customer Service Number. After 10 minutes of arguing with the clerk, I asked to speak to his supervisor. I argued, I begged, I pleaded. I even blurted out our advanced age! Finally the supervisor offered me a $100 gift card as a “good will gesture” if I kept the machine and called Home Depot for installation. She said it was Easy Peasy. But when I called Home Depot the clerk almost laughed out loud. “What? You want us to install a machine that you didn’t buy here? HA!” Even the supervisor had scammed me.

Dear readers, I admit that I was almost in tears. Meanwhile the boxed dishwasher sat in the middle of the kitchen, blocking the stove. In desperation I texted 2 neighbours, asking if we could come for dinner. No, I’m kidding. I asked them for the name of a reliable plumber who would not be into scamming customers. Finally I called the Appliance Pros and got an appointment for this morning.

So, if there is no blog post next Tuesday, you know where I’ll be – at the kitchen sink washing dishes.

And PS I still have not received the $100 “good will gesture” from COSTCO.

Sue

Univer-city

Many Canadians, who live somewhere other than Toronto, sometimes refer to our great city as the “Centre Of the Universe.” And not in a nice way! But the other day, as Peter and I had a chance to wander down University Ave, we both felt proud.

We started our journey along Hospital Row which is itself a cause for pride. There we passed Sick Kids’ Hospital, and Princess Margaret Hospital, both of which are known world-wide for their specialties. Then we came to Toronto General Hospital which has been chosen as the 2nd best hospital in the entire world. Pretty good, I’d say from personal experience, as I pat my new pacemaker!

Farther down on the right is the Canada Life Building, built in 1931 in the Beaux Arts style. It is particularly well-known for having the oldest weather beacon in Canada on top. The signals are clear: red for cloudy, flashing red for rain, white for snow, and green for sunny. Lights flashing up mean temperature going up, and flashing down means the opposite. The weather “report” is updated every 6 hours, but mostly this winter it has been white! Apparently the interior is magnificently adorned with gold leaf and marble, but we were on the other side of the street and had more things to see.

Back on the left side of the street are the McMurtry Gardens of Justice, enhancing the Superior Court of Justice building. In the gardens’ centre stands a provocative statue called the Pillars Of Justice by Edwina Sandys, 2007. The sculpture denotes the 12 jurors in our justice system, except – one of the jurors is missing. That spot is reserved for us, the ordinary citizens who are called upon to be part of our legal system.

At University and Queen we find the Four Seasons Centre For the Performing Arts. From the outside in the daytime, it’s uninspiring. The entrance looks like a square concrete box. But go inside for an event and enjoy the magnificent glass staircase, and the wood trim which enhance acoustics. Both the Canadian Opera Company and the National Ballet call this centre home.

Once again on University Ave, we are attracted to a pile of shiny metal on the right. We cross over again to inspect. In front of the Shangri La hotel stands a sculpture titled Rising. And indeed from some angles a dragon arises. This unique sculpture was designed and built in Shanghai, China, 2012, by artist Zhang Huan. In order to transport it to its destination in Toronto, it had to be disassembled, stored in 15 crates, and delivered by ship. Then it had to be re-assembled! The owner of Summit Metal in the village of Nobleton was selected for this painstaking work. Grant Kimber says it took him over 360 hours to assemble and weld all the pieces, including 300 birds, together.

Continuing south we notice the variety of architectural designs. We come upon this streetscape, with an historic church, a couple of modern glass office buildings, Roy Thompson Hall snuggled in between, and Metro Hall in the distance.

Finally we come to an end of University Ave as it intersects Front St,. For the grand finle we we come to a sweet folk art interpretation of our city:

Sue