Anniversary party went well, except that handful_ofdust was unable to attend, and Kristine's invite seems to have gone missing, a mistake we will try to rectify next weekend. The dalek-topped cake went over well - will post photos when I can get them.
Yesterday green_trilobite and I decided to go to the Sunday flea market on Front St, but stopped to buy lightbulbs first at the Canadian Tire at Yonge & Dundas. I noticed some of those "eco-cabs
(bicycle-rickshaws) I'd seen about last summer, so we decided to take one down to King. Unfortunately this year, or this month anyway, their sponsor is Telus in connection with the Luminato arts festival, so they weren't free-range, but only looped round in a route to take people from event to event - however they're still free, and you can get off wherever you like, so we got as far as King & Yonge, and the ride was pleasant. The vehicle has ten gears and an electrical assist for going uphill. The outer shell is made from translucent white plastic (sort of like riding around in a giant tupperware container) and the seat is adequate for two medium-sized passengers, or one large and one small. It's surprisingly comfortable - I was a little worried green_trilobite had trouble climbing in, but he said it was easier to get into and out of than a car. The sponsor had also provided an iPhone for passenger use, but I had trouble linking to anything and gave up.
Arriving on Front, we discovered the street had been closed off for Woofstock
. There were booths selling pet-related items in different sizes (some of the large dog beds could probably have slept me comfortably) and several hundred people walking dogs of all breeds. You had to watch where you stepped; but the flea market was still on, crowded with the extra traffic. I bought a pair of clip-on earrings for $5, and green_trilobite bought an early-'eighties edition of The Divine Comedy
with all the Dore illustrations, before we retired to the Hot House to people/dog-watch - my favourite was the tiny pug puppy at a table on the patio, getting picked up and cuddled by a huge guy who looked like a cross between Vin Diesel and The Rock. Unfortunately the puppy tried to pull on his facial piercings and he had to set it down. Then he had to return his own dog, a medium-sized bull-terrier thing, to the just-outside-the-restaurant area (the waiters were turning a blind eye to the tiny pug), by lifting it over the fence by the scruff of the neck with one mighty hand. I had no idea that was even possible.
Had slightly-weird dreams last night - the sort that shift back and forth between mundane errands and clambering through secret tunnels. The main bit that I can recall involved one of the characters, a short, scruffy older man (a bit like an old-school Hollywood movie sidekick), who had been taken over by one of those mind-control parasites that go in through your ear. I kept trying to remove it by pouring alcohol into his ear to drive it
out so I could grab it with tongs, but it was a wily little horror and kept dodging back in again.
Strangely, I don't usually have nightmares - I have dreams that should
be nightmarish, but which just seem slightly odd while I'm having them.
Today the drugstore mailed me samples of Kotex's re-packaged products, which now come in bright colours on a black background
to look less girly-girl (subtext - "you can send your guy to the store without him cringing and griping about how humiliating it is"). Since I usually choose pads based on how they feel, I'm pretty much indifferent to the colour scheme, but if they wanted to go in that direction, they should've gone all the way and put skulls and crossed bones on the packages, or camo patterns..