
Meet Oscar. He is Rob's dog and visited Luigi and I last night when Mark and Rob went to glamorous Niagara Falls. I stayed home and tried not to go ape shit as they ran around the house at 2400 rpms.
What a nice week this was, sunny from so many perspectives, including the obvious.
From Pearson International... near our house. And today I wish I was on that flight... no matter where it is headed, because I feel trapped in suburbia.
Paris? Vienna? Dubai?
With my current luck it is probably headed to Pittsburgh...
Even though the weather has been summer like for weeks, today is the first official day of summer. As I type this I can hear the army of trucks and other machinery dropping off skids of sod as they finish the last step in replacing the water mains and roads in our neighborhood. They just finished as summer officially started at 2:06 this afternoon. Very fitting.
This spring was a bumpy ride for me, with great days and some lousy ones mixed in for humility. I'm a little tired of talking the talk instead of walking the walk right now.
Season's change after all.
Our neighbors garden. We really don't.
But that doesn't mean I can't lean over the fence with the macro lens and capture them... after all they have pool privileges!


There are lots of recently arrived Eastern Europeans living nearby... and these guys are there practically every Saturday morning, even if it is snowing.

Yeah I got it. I'm buggy this first day of June and the weather is sultry here in Toronto. Lovely. Here is the payback for stumbling over icy street corners for six frigging months...
Life is a gift. The agency is going well, despite my neurotic we-all-die-in-end Italian opera finale perspective. Lunch today with two friends that knew me but didn't know it; all of us with a new industry in common.
The pool is clean and warm; ready for the first swim of the season this morning. And lots and lots of filtered water is washing the fear of more kidney stone pain away.