Blissed Out

Have you ever had one of those days when it seems like everyone is in a good place- good manners flow effortlessly, a helping hand is available at the deli counter, smiling happy subway inhabitants who don't push and shove?? Yeah, me neither or at least until yesterday. If this is a trend ( and I certainly hope it is) then my time spent in this fair city on lake Ontario will be a pleasant one.
Of course I have to question why. Is it prozac in the water, the sunshine, the warm summer weather or perhaps a combination of all the above. What I do realize is that inhabitants here in Toronto seem to share a common knowledge of inner peace-even the transit authority drivers of trolleys, subways and trains. Good news abounds as good manners and civility are in fashion here along with dark unwashed denim jeans of a pencil straight variety and did I mention how well it's worn?
Yes that would be the denim but also the kindness and general good natured-ness that seem to abound. Fresh breath of air really. My shopping for rose colored glasses is on hold as I bask in the glow of my new found love...this town. So what's a little garbage on the street? At least it's not like my old love, San Francisco where people use the street and service elevators, Muni train stations and just about anything with a corner as a place to piss.
Just a heads up- I'm trying on this nice thing for size, so we'll see how it fits in a few days but so far I like the "Just be Nice" agenda and may adopt it as my own. Boring, I know. The dark pencil slim denim I shall leave to the <25 age demographic.

Sweet Smell Of Summer

Hey...what's that smell? Piles of trash adorn the cityside here in Toronto. The city workers are on day number 15 of a strike. So imagine as a welcome beacon to this fine city...an aroma greeting you. Not a nice summer time freshly -cut- grass smell but something all together different. Huge piles of garbage. Nice and befitting welcome really- since all is quaint and pleasant here among the Torontonians. Welcome to the neighborhood! Just what I like to find: political intrigue meets union angst, voila- a sweet municipality mess with a Mayor acting like a primadonna and a union acting well, like a union. Political football anyone? This might be an interesting summer after all.

Save The Extra Vowel

As a newby to the Canadian scene, it's important to share with the class my fascination of all things foreign. Foreign as the subjectively applied: anything new to me at the moment. Traveling is the easiest way to shake up your world. True, coming to Canada isn't really a shake up as say Azerbaijan might be but hey-traveling with kids and an american passport = pedestrian fun.
Food is the biggest motivator for me when the idea strikes to tally forth into the world. The seek and you shall find mentality always rewards those with enough patience. The hole-in- the wall taqueria in Huatulco, or Pinky-toe crab in the West Indies arriving upon your dinner plate can make up for so very much that goes array when traveling. My current state of mind at the moment is to shun the tedious and tepid seeking instead a twist on the day to day. Safest yet most exciting way to achieve this heightened sense of self while still clothed is the dining experience.
A toast to all things Toronto. The tendency for me to whine about the wine found here may get old quickly but rest assured I promise to keep that in check. My bigger concern, will be toning down the teasing when it comes to the grammatical anatomy of the english language here in Canada. Just between us girls: Harbour really doesn't benefit from the added U, nor does center deserve the added e on the end. Picking my battles here will be fun, pedestrian but fun. Kinda like how I find Canada thus far.