“Eww, wee, what up with that?”
Heard that phrase on ‘Saturday Night Live at Home’ back in April in a skit featuring talk show host Diondre Cole a.k.a. Kenan Thompson, comedian and long-time cast member. Gave us a laugh and then wormed its way into my ear. Been my go to COVID jingle ever since!
So, just cause we haven’t posted for several months doesn’t mean our minds are not working, the wheels are turning; important matters are at hand! Mom’s dealing with the new normal as we count the days till 2nd grandchild arrives and she prays she can be there. Living in TCHC is not the same during a world wide virus attack and cause I am now a grand old 17 years she has to carry me up and down the elevator whilst wearing a mask which is hard on her back and difficult for breathing too! But I’m worth it don’t U know? As for Streetgirl, she’s hasn’t been out panhandling for ages and sure does miss the blessings from strangers. And Alex.a.k.a.Capone passed away. An icon on The Ramp which wasn’t pleasant to hear. However, Streets is an artist and inspired by such events. She’s working on a post called “Altruism be Damned. It’s a Pandemic.”
Stay safe and keep tuned!
It is 3:20 a.m. and I smelt the smoke before hearing the alarm and once again Toronto Fire Services is on the premises and “currently fighting a fire in the 1st floor compact room.” So, we must “remain” in our units as we are until further notice as “light smoke” filtering up and into the hallways is cleared and the flames in the bin are extinquished. My eyes are burning!
“These boots are made for walking,” written by Lee Hazlewood and recorded by Nancy Sinatra in 1966.
This might shock U, but early 80’s Mom was dancing for a living, upon an exotic pedestal under the stage name ‘La Belle Grand Miss Sylvia’. In Montreal! Prancing to that same song whilst wearing black heeled thigh high boots. Something to see I hear tell. Way before I was born and bought during the period where she was employed as a Senior Vendor Analyst negotiating million dollar contracts 16 years ago! (Not a 1 career woman.) Continue reading “A Dog’s Eye View – Boots for Walking!”
“Hey, I made up a poem,” Jeff tells me, “put in on your blog.”
Open up your hearts, open up your wallets, and give this poor fellow a hundred dollars.
On the first light almost as an afterthought a handsome and much younger man handed Streetgirl a small plastic bag stuffed with weed. Continue reading “Quotes from Streets: Weed Day!”
Pyromania is an impulse control disorder in which an individual repeatedly fails to resist the desire to deliberately start fires, in order to relieve tension and gain instant gratification. Setting fires induces euphoria in a pyromaniac who may tend to fixate on institutions of fire control like fire houses and firefighters.
January 2020 -The siren rang while I was sleeping; admittedly, I recently taped over the alarm inside my door to tame down the tone which was deafening, but I still hear it. We residents have become resistant when it comes to the threat; there have been many false alerts these past few years. However, when I heard over the intercom firefighters were battling a blaze on an 8th floor balcony and that we should all stay in place until further notice, I was concerned. That’s my floor! Certainly it is the work of the man who lives upstairs somewhere above my friend’s apartment at the end of the hall! Continue reading “Fire on the Balcony!”
Yesterday, I thought of Delores who lives on the 18th floor and decided to wrap her a Christmas present because I was sure she had not received a one! Continue reading “Re-gifting!”
December 9th,, and I was going to take the Lawrence West Subway to Eglinton West and stop to say hi to Sue who would be panhandling at the Ramp before going home; she recently confided that she could have cancer and that sucks! However, the sidewalk out front of the station was packed and a stressed commuter informed me that southbound trains were not running the two stops to St. Clair West; a growing mass waiting to board shuttle buses blocked the entrance.
Time to take a detour! Went up the street to wait for the 109, short bus route and an easy option, as it stops in front of my building, but often delayed on both ends, particularly where the construction and destruction of the expansion makes for traffic chaos. If it didn’t show up fast I’d walk the way which I normally do. Continue reading “Untold News!”