The demise of Book City has made it hard to find calendars. They used to have dozens, strung on wires above the tables piled with art books and recent releases, so you could check the insides. Rousseau, Art Nouveau, Japanese prints, Chinese artists, classic photographs... all your needs. Since then I've had luck at Midoco, the stationers down the street, but this year the selection was feeble. Same with the art framers on the other side of Book City's old store; same indeed with the Museum, that has ugly Group of Seven and uninspired nature pics. But there was at least a Japan calendar, and that I bought.
Then at the dollar store I found tiny LED lights for my tiny tree, but I need to get batteries for them. They're not very long: must use two strands.
Then there was the acacia honey. Local super had it last year and it was marvellous: light, not cloying, fragrant. Asked the honey seller at the craft fair last weekend if she had any; she said it was a foreign kind, from New Zealand she thought. Probably because the online store that sells it mostly deals in New Zealand honey- which sounds delish. Am not a honey fan in general: we get clover, buckwheat, and summer flowers here, and they're all a bit teeth achey. Besides, I had nothing to give the s-i-l for Christmas, and this was the only thing she'd mentioned in the last year that she liked.
But Manucah's acacia is a bit heavy at $16.75 a jar plus $15 delivery, so I googled some more. And way way way far away- down at St Lawrence Market- is a man who sells acacia honey. The Market is in something of a transit vacuum unless you can walk a few blocks, and I'm never certain I can. So I biked. Which was as hideous as one would expect, going through The City (ie the financial core where people are *still* building offices and condos and making roads impassable.) But past Yonge and down to Front St one was suddenly back in peace and openish spaces, and down by the Market all was serene. Crowded, but serene. A warm day and a warm sun, like some early spring day of my youth with the snow just melted. And I got my honey, a flat $17, one for me and one for the sil, and all was very merry.
Except that my knee is grumbling about what I did to it, biking All That Way (which was nothing five years ago, but Age) and I have to ice it and NSAID it and try to make it function. Physio tomorrow, I fancy.