Flow

Fail to plan, plan to fail.

Fuck that.

We had no plan yesterday. And the day was certainly not a failure.

I looked out the window as we sped along the QEW towards Mississauga (Keith had an errand). It was a sunny but cold day here. Too sunny, I thought, to sit in a movie theatre or gallery. Turning to K, I said “Let’s go to Niagara Falls.” “OK.”

But the errand turned out to be picking up some lighting equipment, which turned out to be 4 road cases. Can’t just leave those in the car while we wander around, so we head to Kitchener to drop them off.

“Since we’re close, let’s go to St. Jacobs for summer sausage and cheese.” “OK.”

St. Jacobs is a small town in Mennonite country that has turned into a bit of touristy place; expensive clothing and jewelry shops seem incongruous next to the hardware store or the garage. But the summer sausage is local smoked deliciousness, the rolls are fresh, the cheese is 10 years old and crumbles at a thought. Well worth the foray.

Clouds start to gather, and we remember the forecast’s chance of flurries; with that and the windchill we decide to leave the Falls for another day.

Lunch is not an artery-clogging burger as originally planned; it is a picnic in the car as Keith negotiates the backroads. The drive back to the city takes 2.5 hours instead of 1.5, but who cares?

We make it to the AGO for another visit. I visit Lake Superior III, we wander through some of the contemporary galleries that we missed, and we generally poked around aimlessly, taking surreptitious shots with the crappy little camera when we can. We venture into the Grange, one of Toronto’s oldest remaining buildings and part of the AGO. The main floor is the Member’s Lounge and the rooms filled with surprisingly comfortable chairs. Even though it’s been renovated with the rest of the AGO, you know it’s an old building just by the smell, a slightly musty smell of old wood and plaster. We sit for a while, looking out the windows across the winder dark park to the traffic and lights on John Street and talking aimlessly.

Keith says finally after a long pause “Crepes?” “OK.”

Both Astin and Tawny had recommended Art Square, across the street from the AGO. And yes, the crepe was very, very good.

Made it home in time to rail the Friday Night Rebuy for a while. IM’ed a few folks, chatted sporadically while I knitted some ornaments for a swap (thanks!). I was asked, do I miss actually playing online poker?

Nope. Not so much.