Other than dad Walter Wyszynski's birthday on Nov. 1, the preoccupation this week was transition. OMG it's November and winter is coming. Where to go?
Our old Toronto 'hood of The Beach still beckons, but only dimly. Kind of "been there, done that" and besides we can always visit. Let's think outside the (OCAD shoe-) box. But the curve of the sand and the stomp of the boardwalk are easy and familiar.
Home up on the Kemble hill is wonderful but difficult in full-on winter. Snow has fallen here and there. The leaves have maxed-out. And the sunrise is already further south than we'll likely go this winter!
So we have closed that door. The pond is cleared of water hyacinths and left to the fishies. Newly interred trees are wrapped against marauding mice or deer. Fallen leaves are barged by the tree-full to insulate by the bog-full. The house is thanked and dormant.
Another carload of stuff has been taken to the condo lifeboat at Toronto's York Quay. So much rushing, doing and undoing that I don't have any pictures of the cargo :( The blinds have been installed, the central heat activated, and the time has been changed this morning. A bittersweet transition is complete. Now let's go and check out the docks!
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