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By my standards, a luxurious social whirl.
I’d found out earlier in the week that the Yorkdale Mall has a sushi concession, so I stopped on the way home Friday and, after wandering past enormous stores well out of my price range (props to the shopper I saw wearing Gucci wellies, though), eventually found the food court.
Saturday I did my usual trip to the coffee-shop, then the thrift store. Found several nice things, the best one being a 1970s-style three-quarter-length green print dress that makes me look like a murderous guest-star on Columbo. In the evening I had a weed gummy and painted, while Andrew watched a couple of episodes of Columbo.
Sunday Andrew wanted to go to the Scribe bookshop on the Danforth, and we arranged with Don to meet at the pub afterwards. As it turned out, Line 2 was down and we had to reroute, stopping at another bookshop on College—which ended up being a good thing because Scribe turned out to be closed— they were down at the Old Paper Show & Sale instead. Andrew’d already found a Robert E. Howard hardback for thirty dollars, though, so the only downside was having to wait fifteen minutes for the pub to open (turns out The Auld Spot doesn’t open till 2pm, at least on Sundays). I let Andrew have at least one cider more than he should have had, and we taxied home with Don in tow for more conversation.
I checked oceanofpdf in the hope of finding Lou Rand’s The Gay Detective (1960). No dice, but they do have his non-fiction work The Gay Cookbook.
I’d found out earlier in the week that the Yorkdale Mall has a sushi concession, so I stopped on the way home Friday and, after wandering past enormous stores well out of my price range (props to the shopper I saw wearing Gucci wellies, though), eventually found the food court.
Saturday I did my usual trip to the coffee-shop, then the thrift store. Found several nice things, the best one being a 1970s-style three-quarter-length green print dress that makes me look like a murderous guest-star on Columbo. In the evening I had a weed gummy and painted, while Andrew watched a couple of episodes of Columbo.
Sunday Andrew wanted to go to the Scribe bookshop on the Danforth, and we arranged with Don to meet at the pub afterwards. As it turned out, Line 2 was down and we had to reroute, stopping at another bookshop on College—which ended up being a good thing because Scribe turned out to be closed— they were down at the Old Paper Show & Sale instead. Andrew’d already found a Robert E. Howard hardback for thirty dollars, though, so the only downside was having to wait fifteen minutes for the pub to open (turns out The Auld Spot doesn’t open till 2pm, at least on Sundays). I let Andrew have at least one cider more than he should have had, and we taxied home with Don in tow for more conversation.
I checked oceanofpdf in the hope of finding Lou Rand’s The Gay Detective (1960). No dice, but they do have his non-fiction work The Gay Cookbook.
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Date: 2026-03-30 07:36 pm (UTC)From:Photographic evidence formally requested!
I like your small painitngs.
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Date: 2026-03-31 02:13 pm (UTC)From:Why I’m awake typing this at 3:00 AM…
The day step by step by step.
1.) Said Sunday (this was on Friday so technically not Sunday but I digress) will be pleasant outside lets plan a trip to the Danforth for what’s a now 4 year tradition to visit The Scribe bookshop at Chester station and follow that with pub nosh at The Auld Spot great food low light and one tv behind the bar that only gets switched on if somebody asks.
2.) The tough part (as has been the case for YEARS) being able that day to enjoy it so yay Sarah meaning is Andrew physically and cognitively able shockingly yes. Sarah and I got out in plenty of time and caught the 80 bus to Keele station and then zoom across to the Danforth easy right?
3.) The answer to that is shockingly no. This is on us as we should’ve checked online in advance. We’re just turning up to Parkside when we hear “Due to track maintenance there is no service on line 2 between Jane and Ossington shuttle buses are available.” **** what to do?
4.) At the last second we got of the bus at Howard Park (the driver wasn’t happy with having to abort his pull away from the curb) We catch a College car that is right freaking there (the College Car is *never* right there) and why aside from not wanting to haul ass through crowds on a crowded shuttle bus?
5.) To go into Little Italy to check out a splendid atmospheric bookshop Sellers and Newell (very recommended) because Sarah and I remembered that later in the year we could hit this shop and then go for gelato. Too cold for gelato but the shop was there and even if I didn’t find anything there we were going to The Scribe later in any case.
6.) Found an actual almost 50 year old copy of a fantasy hardcover that I still have from when I bought it new almost 50 years ago and had zero guilt as it was very inexpensive for what it was. And I genuinely mean that eyes hand shelf zip oooo price *damn* mine.
7.) Because we had made plans to meet up with Don Hutton at the pub on the Danforth we waited a few minutes many five and then we got another College Car to Bathurst so we could get back on the subway and skirt past the whole shuttle bus insanity. Despite the intersection of college and Bathurst being a complete construction where’s the street car /bus / horse drawn omnibus going to actually stop we still got a Bathurst car a couple of ticks later OMFG.
8.) The subway was not crazy and the train (at least our car) was not crowded full of angry and exhausted people. Holy ****pickles Batman bonus round.
9.) Walked out of Chester Station saw folks looking at The Scribes window. Home run.
10.) It was closed and there was a parade that we could see coming from the direction of Pape so I’m imagining closed for the parade out for lunch covert CIA op some such shenanigan. Oh yes we saw the closed sign hanging but I had checked and Sunday was an open day for them so off to the pub to sit the **** down easy right.
11.) “You fool!!” (Full Gilbert Gottfried bellow). The Pub wasn’t open (we hoped simply yet) and yes it would open by 2:00 PM wed likely encountered this before and forgot. I asked Sarah to check just in case The Scribe had just been closed for one of the reasons I’d supposed so we could kill. Time there or hmmm more books. Nope they were at an old paper show which I need to go to like a Dragon needs a gold coin also probably hot overcrowded and likely no place to sit(which I need… a lot…).
12.) So off to the Second Cup midway between closed shop and pub right?
Nope crowded no sitting and a barista that started to try and get people to move so we or rather the 3 legged man and his minder could sit. Confused faces and before it could hit “What entitles you to sit down?” I grab Sarah we can wait outside the pub.
13.) We get in and because we’re still celebrating Sarah’s new temp job which we hope might stretch out for a bit… We decide to drink Sarah for a shaken paper airplane and I got a lovely local cider… I had more than one no i wont say how many…
14.) The end It’s 4 AM I’ve finished this insane diatribe and I’m bolt wide awake drinking gallons of water so I’ll be able to safely have my morning meds in a few hours.
The MFing end.