mjj (flemmings) wrote,
mjj
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Not Just Me

It was a grey blowy day, sprinkling from time to time. Not hot at all, but damp and muggy, yes. A staff who's at least a dozen years my junior, and considerably slimmer than I, was all "Oh. My. God. My legs are killing me- and my shoulders- and my knees- and my arms..." I was much the same but fortified by anti-inflammatories and codeine.

My cherry tree's leaves are turning yellow and dropping, now when it should be the fruit that does it. One year it shed all its leaves in September, but July is just a mite early. However the tree two doors down, which has its own micro-climate- blooming and fruiting on a different schedule from mine- is also yellowing autumnally. Some blight, or the very wet summer we're having, though I'd think a dry summer more likely to produce dead leaves.

Achiness requiring gin, I dined at By the Way, a restaurant I frequented regularly from the late 80s until... three or four years ago? It feels very early and mid-oughties to me now, belonging to a time when when I was another (Japanese reading and speaking) person. It's not like I haven't eaten on Bloor the last few years, but mind refuses to remember where. Pauper's, I suppose, and the vanished Pump, and the much lamented Butler's Pantry, and a couple of sushi places I still go to, all fairly undistinguished.
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