2. Biking home one day I discovered that the laneway in back of the house is now called Perly Family Lane. Assumed this was a vanity name scheme but it seems the city is using it partly to direct ambulances and the like. (Vanity names would generate revenue, I merely mention.) So I was charmed, out walking the other day, to discover Crestfallen Lane running off my street. Assumed it had something to do with the angle of the terrain as it winds down to Christie Pits, a glacier gouge to the south of us: though in fact the sloping n-s lane Crestfallen runs into is still unnamed. Turns out it's named after a very useful horse. I salute you, Crestfallen.
3. Realized I don't have a copy of my 20-year-old Eroica fic The Garden of Eden in my directory. Went pawing through old hard drives looking for it. (Present HD is from the virus wipe of '11, Old C dates to the new computer of '09, Old D from Win98 in '04, which should have everything from '99's Win 95.) Discovered useful diary entries from '01 and '02- grateful fragments of the vanished pitas blog- but no Eden at all. Was thinking OMG must hook up the Win 98 and see if it's still in the Wordperfect files from '96 erch. (Am I the only one who gets anxiety shivers at using old computers?) Thought to google instead. The Eroica wp has it; how, I don't know; I must have had it as a word doc at one point and, god knows why, deleted it.
4. Five early days in a row led to automatic 7 am waking on the sixth and then feeling grotty all day. Or maybe that was KFC piggery on Friday night. Mind, last Saturday I felt grotty as well. It's not all work-related: allergies come into it too. All those trees having sex lead to waterlogged lungs in the susceptible. Lead also to apocalypsosis. At the Little Girls' last night started reading their copies of Horrible Histories. L the younger warned me not to read Terrible Tudors. Foolish me didn't listen. Dear god. Can one get PTSD from a book?
5. Is spring. South neighbour's family have shown up en masse and are barbecuing in the back yard. Wish they'd showed up earlier to rescue her recycle bin Thursday morning before some dog walker deposited their little bag in it; or showed up this morning before I took little bag out, put it with my own organics, and rolled bin out of temptation's way. Is spring #2: the Frontlawn Library is back in business. Copped a cookbook and a bunch of New Yorkers on my way to coffee this morning; and put out fifteen of my own.