Your Tuesday Smile

Another Tuesday has rolled around. So yesterday I checked my calendar to see what exciting things Peter and I have been doing over the past week that I could tell you about. And possibly make you smile.

We have our grand dog Venus here all week as her parents put their house up for sale: cleaning carpets, staging furniture and having showings. So far there have been no offers. Venus follows me around, from kitchen to bathroom to laundry room, hinting that she wants to play ball outside. I throw the ball and she, a senior in dog years, catches it and then lies down for a nap.

Venus naps while I wait…

Meanwhile the house next door has been finished and gone on the real estate market for 5 million dollars. (Well it does have a car elevator, you know). There have been no showings that we have seen, but more important than that; there has been No Open House! How unfair is that for neighbours like us who have been watching this jagged structure grow into a behemoth for over 3 years? Now we don’t even get to see inside??

The house next door.. by appointment only.

The curling season began this past week and only 3 of my team members showed up. The 4th one had Covid. We sweated and struggled our way up and back on the ice for 6 ends, and lost by one point. My fitness classes also began and the new teacher is a tyrant. “Don’t walk, run! Jumping Jacks – Faster! Weights: only wimps use the 2-pound ones! No time to waste! Do you really Need a water break?”

The gardening season has come to an end and the only produce Peter brings me now are green tomatoes, bok choy with holey leaves from insect attacks, and squash with large mouthfuls missing. The begonias and geraniums have been bitten by frosty nights and the leaves are turning brown.

Green tomatoes and frost-bitten leaves

I had a dentist appointment for a rather large cavity, beginning with a painful anesthetic needle. Then I had to order a new mouth guard for grinding teeth. I had a doctor’s appointment to renew prescriptions. Her patient before me had a big issue and I waited quite a while, without the novel I was reading, which I had left in the car.

In the news: hurricanes and floods batter the winter holiday destination of Americans. The politics of our neighbours to the south continue to be surreal: Trump slurring his words, dancing on stage for 39 minutes, calling his opponent a cat lady, while she can’t seem to get an edge with the black population. Meanwhile, in our own country, several of Trudeau’s MP’s are anxious to dump him for… whom?

Was this a good week, all things considered? Honestly, when I look back at my week, and compare my situation to other places in the world, problems and issues pale in comparison. So I’m going to step outside, take in a breath of fresh fall air, have a look at the gorgeous trees. And smile! I hope you can do the same.

Sue

Leslie Lookout Park

I have had a crush on Claude Cormier ever since I visited Berczy Park and stumbled upon his whimsical dog fountain. What a clever idea he had: to construct parks that were more than just grass and trees; to make them a go-to destination.

Cormier died in 2023 from a rare genetic condition, at the young age of 63. What a loss for the environment and for the cities that benefitted from his genius. I was eager to visit this newest Toronto creation, Leslie Lookout Park, officially opened by Mayor Olivia Chow on September 14th of this year. The media reporting was full of praise for this park, crafted from a small piece of land near the Leslie Street Spit and the Portlands. Peter and I made our way there last Friday.

As usual, we took public transit – a subway and a bus – and then walked half a kilometer. And there, almost hidden between a huge postal station and a construction lot full of sand hills, was a tiny bit of magic. The park makes itself known through its lookout tower. No, this is not the CN Tower. But visitors can walk up the staircase to the second level and view the CN tower in the distance.

The beach, similar to Sugar Beach, (another Cormier creation), hosts about 25 Muskoka chairs looking out over Toronto’s Ship Channel. The sunsets are reported to be beautiful from this angle. The rest of the park is composed of small hills suitable for kids to roll down, and an area of porous asphalt which collects and disperses rain water. There are bike stands and water fountains. The entire park is planted with more than 5000 different kinds of greenery, including a mini-forest of bonsai.

After Peter and I had explored every inch of this clever creation, we still had some time so we wondered south the the entrance of Tommy Thompson Park. This park is a lot different from the Cormier design. It’s Vast. And Wild. Here the flowers, grasses and animals run free. In fact, there is a huge sign at the entrance, warning visitors not to bring dogs, not even on a leash. Wildlife is King.

We walked along for a while until we came to a sign indicating that the park continues for 10 kilometers. No wonder we had seen so many bike riders! A friend told us that, had we continued walking a bit farther, we would have come across public restrooms with ideal bird-nesting opportunities under the eaves. The restrooms are built according to current “green” standards, and the birds show off their flying skills there – much better for the environment than the Air Show.

Then it was time to go home. We walked back to the bus stop, past Leslie Lookout Park, grateful to have seen Claude Cormier’s final Toronto creation.

Sue

This dedication can be found on the inside of the lookout tower

In Search Of Lobster

In addition to enjoying the comfort of travelling by ship, Peter and I visited many interesting ports on our recent cruise. Peter wanted to see the ports. My main goal was to eat a lobster roll.

Our first stop was Saguenay, Quebec, where we were met on the dock by a welcoming committee of French-Quebec characters. They offered us self-sawed wood plaques, blueberry tea, maple syrup on ice, and Quebecois music. What? No lobster?

The port building displayed the town’s dedication to clean ocean water, with a variety of sculptures made from sea garbage. The little town boasted about its antique car museum and its ancient church, an icon we would see in almost every port we visited.

Peter sawing his own plaque

After a day at sea, we stopped at Charlottetown, a city we had both visited before, but a long time ago. It has a slightly larger church. And it has the famous building where the Fathers of Confederation developed 72 resolutions which became the foundation for the British North American Act. This constitutional act was signed into law by Queen Victoria in 1867, thereby creating the Dominion of Canada.

Confederation House, undergoing renovations

After we finished wandering Charlottetown’s city streets, I was craving my lobster roll and convinced Peter to visit a “Shellfish Festival” just outside of town. On our way we met a couple who told us the festival was not worth a visit. Then we discovered that there was a $10 admission charge. Peter said he didn’t really want to go and I, wearing a pouty face, finally gave in. A couple of days later, we heard on the news that over 550 people got seriously ill from the food at that festival. Sometimes, you know, Peter is right.

A couple of ports merit only a brief mention. Sydney Nova Scotia is known for its Fort Louisburg and the Alexander Graham Bell Museum, both of which we had previously visited. The next stop, Portland Maine, was our first American port and we spent most of our time waiting in line to pass through immigration. There’s not much else to say about those 2 stops.

In between, however, we strolled along the modern boardwalk in Halifax and visited Pier 21 where Peter and his mom first landed in Canada in 1958. We also climbed up to the Citadel, the high point of the city, and we do mean high. We rested in the beautiful city gardens which feature a bountiful variety of flowers and fountains.

Pier 21 where evidence of Peter’s arrival in Canada can be seen

Next up was Bar Harbour Maine, where we spent a lot of time browsing the stores, walking past the church, and picking up some souvenirs. But that lobster roll was nowhere in sight. Then we stopped at a slightly larger port city, Freeport, Rhode Island, famous for its mansions by the sea. The largest is The Breakers, owned by the Vanderbilt family and situated quite close to one of the best places for surfing on the entire eastern coast.

The Breakers

Our favourite stop was Boston. We were at a loss as to what to see first in our short stay of only a few hours. So we hopped on a trolley and hopped off at several stops. We were impressed by the variety of architectural styles on display, including the state building with its 23-karat gold roof, the 60-storey John Hancock building whose exterior reflects the other buildings around it, the antique merry-go-round, and the magnificent old church. As we headed back to the ship, there it was: a seafood restaurant! I finally got my lobster roll, and it was served without germs.

State House and restaurant in Boston

Our cruise ended in New York City where we were met by our son, Daniel. We spent the weekend with Dan, Jenny, Ben and Tobie. What better way to finish a holiday than a few days with family?

Sue

Poster from contemporary art show in New York City

PS Have a lovely Thanksgiving! If you don’t want to cook a turkey, you could always boil up some lobsters.

Shipping News

Peter and I spent the last 2 weeks on a vacation which included a cruise. We didn’t stop to think that a 10-day cruise in the fall would be limited to one particular group: old retired people like us.

We haven’t been on a trip of any kind in a couple of years so preparing for this trip was a little stressful. The weather in the Maritimes and New England is supposed to be mild and sunny but there can be occasional hurricanes along the coast. So we had to pack a lot of layers to accommodate all possibilities. Our pill consumption has increased, so (I have to admit) I bought one of those pill box organizers. Then the airline tickets we had booked to go to our departure city were threatened by a potential airline strike! But finally we were ready.

Pill box organizer saved the day..

Peter wanted to take public transit to the airport but we had packed a lot of stuff. Two suitcases plus 3 carry-ons seemed daunting for a subway and 2 bus rides plus walking, so we agreed on taking an Uber. But Ubers arrive quickly and, in our haste to leave, an important item was left behind and we had to coax the Uber guy to turn around.

The flight was short and the attendants served wine so by the time we got to Quebec City we were calmed down and ready to have fun. We had booked a hotel for one night before our cruise left. But when we arrived at our lovely boutique hotel, we found out it had no elevators and no bell hops. We had to lug our suitcases and carry-ons to the second floor.

Boutique hotel with no elevators

We were almost ready to give up and go home, but our hotel was just across from the Chateau Frontenac and a lovely boardwalk, so we soldiered on.

After a walk and a delicious French dinner, we slept well and were all set to hike to the ship the next morning. The hotel had advertised a 10-minute walk to the port but we were still trudging after half an hour. We could see the ship but it was located behind acres of shipyards. Eventually a disability shuttle took pity and picked us up. We tried to ignore the wheelchair sign in the windows as we took our seats.

Peter walking the port

We boarded the ship and looked around. We have never before seen so many canes, walkers and wheelchairs gathered together on a floating vessel. There were a lot of wrinkled faces, grey hair and bald heads too. But there were also a few heads with blue streaks and even a moustache dyed green. And those wrinkled faces were smiling. Would this be a nursing home experience or not?

The Norwegian Sky

The ship made accommodations for our collective age. The mealtimes were adjusted to include lunch starting at 11:30 and dinner beginning at 5:00. We chose “sharing tables’ in the dining room and met a lot of interesting older people. They were from all over the world; not just Quebec but also Georgia, Arizona, California, the UK, India, Germany, and Australia. We learned a lot about healthcare, housing, education, weather and grandchildren in other countries. And we all acknowledged that we might forget each other’s names if we met again the next day.

There were shows after dinner. A violinist wore sparkly dresses she had designed herself as she played a variety of music types that we recognized. A group of performers presented an evening of show tunes from the 60’s and up. A comedian, who was also in his 70’s like most of us, told our kind of jokes. The shows ended at 10 pm and the guests, including us, walked directly to our staterooms and put on our pajamas; the casino sat empty.

Next Tuesday I’ll give you an overview of the many interesting ports we visited. But all in all, Peter and I decided that cruising is a definite travel possibility for older people.

Sue

Chateau Frontenac hotel in Quebec City

A Visit To Rockwood

In 2008 Peter and I met a group of people on a hiking trip to Corfu Greece. We have been holding a yearly reunion ever since. Our numbers have dwindled and our bodies are older, but our Corfu spirit still lives on!

Last week we went to a new spot – Rockwood Conservation Area, north of Guelph. It is one of the prettiest places for hiking that we have seen. OK, it’s not really hiking any more – its more of a walk. But it’s a beautiful one. The trail passes through a forest filled with natural surprises. It follows the Eramosa River as the river travels along from the north, down picturesque waterfalls, past gorges. It widens into a body of water that resembles a small lake, before it continues on towards Guelph.

The walking trail passes steep rockfaces with persistent clumps of greenery peeking out from every crevice. It curves around deep potholes, dug by tumbling boulders during the ice age. It rises to a lookout, where we spotted kayaks and canoes stopped while their paddlers had a rest in the sun. The trail ends at some caves, perfect for picture-taking.

After about 4 kilometers and lots of stops for pictures, we drove to the town of Rockford for lunch at Chompin’ At the Bit. The horse-theme was evident on the walls – with art work, and on the menu – with burger choices like the Thoroughbred Burger or the Clydesdale. The food was lip smackin’ good! But we needed something else, like maybe dessert…

So we wandered along the main street to the Bearded Baristas. Two young entrepreneurial women (without beards) served coffee and tea, and some delectable sweets. They chose their name to accompany the Christmas-themed gifts available for purchase. The gift shop/coffee shop is made of up small rooms, each filled with intimate groups of chairs. We sat to enjoy our drinks and admire the decor. I spotted the perfect gift for a man I know – a huge bar of soap called MEN DON’T STINK.

Finally it was afternoon and our day was coming to a close. But Peter suggested we needed one more stop – a visit to Peter’s Produce and Wine Bar, aka our back yard. The seating was precarious, since our swing still suffers from having no seat. But we managed to spend a couple more hours reminiscing about all our past reunions. With several of us working on it, we came up with a list of 16 places we have visited together; not only in southern Ontario, but also North Bay, Quebec, the Adirondacks. Our walks grow shorter, but the memory-making carries on.

Sue

What’s Cooking?

When our grandchildren come to visit, I go to some length to provide foods they like. Then they arrive and announce that their favourites have changed and they no longer like chocolate milk or whatever it is that I have bought in quantity. So, when Ben came to visit recently, I had a new plan. I told him we were going to the grocery store together.

At first he wasn’t too excited about this option. But I lured him there with promises of Marvel hero cards being given out at Loblaws stores. He put down his ipad immediately and joined me in the car. As we drove there, Ben explained that the cards are given out in packs: one pack for each $25 worth of groceries we bought. I assured him we could get at least 1 pack.

Our first section was produce. We approached the fresh corn bin and grabbed 4 cobs. Then Ben saw the sign – 59 cents each. “That’s only about 2 dollars.” he sighed. “We’ll Never get to $25!” So I led him to the meat section. Ben’s favourite part of the meal is meat. We studied the pork loins and the chicken. Then we saw the lamb chops. It turns out that Ben and I both love lamb chops and, just like that, we were already into the second Marvel card pack.

This plan worked well. The food Ben chose was mostly consumed, and we only sent him home with his mushy white bread.

As we “grow up,” Peter and I find our diet changing. We try to eat less white bread, and more greens, especially in the summer when they are so handy in Peter’s back garden. We cut down on red meat, (except for the occasional lamb chops), and we eat more fish. As for sweets, they are an addiction for us, so I try not to buy them. Sometimes I can’t resist my favourite cookies so, after I buy them, I hide them in my desk drawer. Don’t tell Peter.

We also find ourselves cutting corners in the kitchen, eating more simply. Instead of roasting a chicken, we’ll buy one at COSTCO. Instead of making lasagna, we’ll go to Bruno’s. Instead of cooking vegetables, we’ll eat them in a salad. It’s safer that way.

After all, the kitchen is a challenging place sometimes and we don’t want to spend too much time there. Filling the salt shaker upside down while forgetting to cover the holes in the top means a lot of salt goes on the floor. Losing track of a recipe means stirring in the forgotten ingredients after the casserole is cooked. Dropping a paring knife in the potato peelings means the knife gets lost in the compost bin.

To work in the kitchen we definitely have to keep up with our exercises and sudoku puzzles. We need to be prepared: to lift those heavy glass bowls from the top shelf, stir that cake batter for at least 3 minutes, bend over to load the dishwasher, and remember to turn off the oven. Or else, take Ben to a restaurant.

Sue

Some off Peter’s back yard produce

To Market

To Market To Buy a Fat Pig...

Well we didn’t, but we could have. We missed the hog auction by only an hour!

Last week we visited the Keady Market, near Southampton. This farmers’ market, which will celebrate its 125th anniversary next year, is a place of endless bounty. The produce stalls are filled to overflowing with fresh tomatoes, corn, beans, and peaches. Peter found a cauliflower that was so big it would have taken up half the back seat of the car. We bypassed the bakery stands, with 2 exceptions: an olive focaccia bread and a blueberry strudel. Yummm! There were also meats, jams, and condiments for sale, and lots of free samples too.

Keady Market does not just sell produce. We were tempted by clothes, belts, hats, shoes and a variety of wellness oils and creams, mostly home-made. We pulled ourselves away from all sorts of kitchen gadgets and demonstrations. I stopped at a used book stand and picked up a novel I have wanted to read, for only $5.

But the most interesting item of all was a commercial-sized popping machine. The popper person stirred the kernels round and round, added a pitcher of salt and sugar, stirred some more, then pulled down his visor and told visitors to stand back! The popcorn exploded into the bin and all over the ground. The popcorn from the bin was sold in family-sized bags, too big for us. The stuff on the ground was fed to the livestock, but no movies were included.

After a few days in Southampton, eating our way through our purchases, we had to return to Toronto.

Home Again Home Again Jiggity Jig...

Unfortunately our trip was not so jiggity. Most of the drive took us through acres of corn blowing in the breeze, and fields of cows chewing contentedly. Our thoughts were disturbed only by a meadow of windmills adding energy to our power grid. Bur gradually the peaceful 2-lane road became a 4-lane highway and then ramped onto the 401.

As we drove along the left lane of the ramp, we came up to a construction vehicle in the right lane. It was one we didn’t recognize, but it had lots of protrusions partially blocking our lane. So we slowed down a bit, keeping away from the protrusions. The driver behind us, in a big black war machine, was not impressed. He honked loudly and repeatedly.

Then the ramp became the 401 and the construction vehicle moved over to the new lane on his right. Within seconds, the bully in the war machine moved to the now-empty lane and barreled past us. Then he moved back into our lane, right in front of us, and slammed on his brakes.

I shrieked. Peter the driver, who was obviously much calmer, hit the brakes too, and veered onto the left shoulder. It was a good thing we didn’t have that cauliflower in the back seat! As we looked around and realized we were safe, the bully went screaming ahead. He was far too fast for me to get a photo for you, dear readers. Sorry.

Sue

Our Heritage

When you sit down in your favourite chair to wait for a TV show to start or a guest to arrive or your wife to bring you tea, what do you think about? I can probably guess that your mind wanders backwards.

As we age, our past becomes more relevant, clearer, more interesting! So Peter and I embarked on a series of walks around Toronto this summer to review our city’s heritage. Presented by Heritage Toronto, and sponsored by the TD Bank, these walks take guests to all sort of hidden heritage gems. The walks are usually about 1-2 kilometers and last 1-2 hours. There are lots of stops along the way and one can usually find low walls or benches to sit on while the presenter is talking.

I wrote to you on June 18th about our first walk. We learned that Baby Point began its life as an Indigenous settlement in the 1600’s, then morphed into one of the first subdivisions in Toronto in the early 1900’s, along with another first – a roundabout! We have since gone on more of these walks, all of them interesting glimpses into Toronto’s past.

Then we went with another couple on the Rail Lands Walking Tour. The husband of the other couple is a train aficionado, but sadly we didn’t see even one train! What we saw were the places where railroad tracks, stations, maintenance facilities, and offices used to be. We were astounded to learn that the Rogers Centre, the Royal York Hotel, the Metro Convention Center, Roy Thomson Hall, and many intersections and parking lots were once part of the “ribbon of steel” which wove its way through our downtown. And we saw the monument dedicated to the thousands of Chinese immigrants who lost their lives while building this railroad.

Our next walk was called Yonge Street Architecture. We started at College Park, erected by the Eaton family as the first Toronto department store. We visited the actual College park which was looking a little forlorn with very little grass, but it has a different life in the winter when it becomes a skating trail. We meandered through many parkettes and saw architectural treasures and public art works. It was an interesting glimpse of life behind the facade of Yonge St.

Then we walked to Old City Hall, designed by architect E J Lennox. His accomplishments include Casa Loma and over 70 other buildings in Toronto. City Hall incurred a cost overrun on construction, (that would never happen today!) so City Council refused to install a plaque in Lennox’s honour. As payback, he had his name engraved on blocks on the building’s exterior. If you look under the eaves of the upper floor, you can see these letters: E J LENNOX ARCHITECT 1899.

For our last walk, we chose a tour of Hidden Histories at U of T. We’ve wandered around the campus many times, both as adult students and as tourists, and we wanted to get the inside scoop. Our tour happened to be scheduled on a rainy day, which is quite common this summer, but this rainy day included thunder and lightning so we opted for tea at home instead.

There are lots of other tours to choose from, including Greektown, The Danforth, Little India, and one that sound ah… different: Garbageland Cycling Tour, in case you want to see the city’s trash. The cost per tour is under $10 per person, pretty reasonable for a chance to get some exercise and learn about Toronto’s past.

Sue

The Lamp

Peter is a man of many skills and talents: athletics, gardening, finance, cooking, window-washing, kayaking, to name just a few. But electrician is not on the list.

After we moved into our new home, actually before we even signed the papers for our new home, I despaired over the dining room chandelier. It was utilitarian and ugly. But buying a new one would be easy compared to having it installed. So I put it off and put it off. Until one day… I was out with my decorator friend when we happened to wander into a lighting store and she almost shouted at me: “THAT is the chandelier you should have!” I made the purchase.

i had a few sleepless nights trying to figure out how to get it from the box to the ceiling. My son James overheard me at some point and offered to install it. I had forgotten that his dad had studied electricity and had passed this knowledge on to his son. On the appointed day, James arrived on time, with the correct tools, and went to work. He did a professional job. The price was right too – a free lunch.

A couple of days ago a living room floor lamp, one matching 2 table lamps, stopped working. We replaced it with an old lamp that had been sent to the basement. But it didn’t match the others and was an unusual style. I certainly couldn’t invite anyone to visit with this abomination in the living room. So I invited myself to have lunch with James at his place, about an hour’s drive away. I snuck the broken lamp into my trunk.

James good-naturedly got out his tools again and studied the lamp. He found the offending um…part thing.. which we needed to replace. We ordered it on Amazon and he told me that, when the doohickey arrived, he would visit me and do the rewiring. This seemed like a lot of driving for just one lamp, so I took a bold step and asked: “Can you show me how to do it, and maybe I can fix it by myself? Isn’t it just about black and red wires matching up?”

James shook his head. “Oh Mom, it’s pretty hard to figure out. It’s not black and red; it’s gold and silver. I’d better do it.” I went home with the broken lamp, and a broken spirit. Ok sorry. Too dramatic.

When the new thingamajig (actually 4 of the same new thingamajigs in one package) arrived a couple of days later, I was determined to fix the lamp. Peter told me I’d better work on it outside in case something exploded. Really! No support from the men in my life at all! I deliberately set up my work station in the living room, but close to a window just in case.

Work station. The broken floor lamp is on the left.

In no time at all I had the gold and silver wires matched up and the lamp re-assembled. Ta Dah!

I still have 3 brand new thingamabobs left. So, if you break one, I can easily fix it for you.

Sue