Turn on the Heat

There is a row of shrubs growing along the back fence, Forsythia, named after Scottish botanist William Forsyth (1737-1804). It is one of the first plants to blossom in early spring, once a year and only for a few weeks. The yellow flowers remind me of my mother who loved all of nature’s beauty and had a gift for artistic arrangements. When I went outside today to walk Keeba I noticed that one of the bushes was flowering again, obviously confused by climate change. It certainly has been hot this fall in Ontario, but all good things come to an end and it is cool today and was cold this morning at 3 C when I woke up, so it would be nice if the landlord turned on the heat in this building.

Three weeks ago, on October 4th, Toronto City Council approved a motion to consult on amending the bylaw governing heating in apartments. According to the news reports, currently landlords are required to maintain the heat at no lower than 21 C and must do so by September 15th,, but this year with the unseasonable weather hovering higher than that for days, when the central conditioners were turned off tenants across the city found themselves roasting in their apartments and condominiums which prompted complaints and concerns. Continue reading “Turn on the Heat”

Much appreciated

Streetgirl was up at the Ramp on Saturday and spotted a pile of samples of Aveeno Yogurt Skin Moisturizing Lotion which were strewn upon the ground beside the garbage bag used by panhandlers who frequent the spot. Someone must have given them away only to have them tossed aside. She hates seeing things wasted, so decided to pick the jars up.

So, here I sit wiping the small containers clean of dirt and grass with a plan to keep some and give the rest away, while willing myself to write something. Not to fret, it’s not a block. I do have several pieces on the go, dozens of pages of scribbled words, organized chaos on paper, but it is the typing and editing that I need to focus upon. I am vexed too; after reviewing previously published posts it dawned on me that for years I have not been using quotation marks correctly and who knows what other grammatical errors I have made in the past. And who wants to correct them now? And no one told me either! Come on People, (as Keeba would say), when someone asks for feedback give it to them straight! I am confident in my ability to string the words and topics together so that you will want to read on, but I never said I was any good at grammar and I can take constructive criticism.

Now, rubbing the lovely smelling lotion on my aging hands I feel I must say thank you, to whoever had the heart to drop the cream at the curb.