Coronation Park

It's sunny and 5C today ... great day for KC and I to take a walk to Coronation Park, which is south of us.

It's a lovely park on the Toronto Harbour. I love being by the water!

I let KC off her leash when we got there and she ran around like a puppy!


Pretty soon the yacht club will be full of boats again.

Lazy furkids

Most dogs will wake you up early in the morning so you can take them outside.

Not our KC.

She loves to sleep in!

She seems to like sleeping in 'til 10ish.

Here she is a half hour ago with Morgan snoozing along with her. I'm not sure where Byron is but I'm sure he's snoozing too wherever he is.


Looks like she's starting to think about getting up ... she's rolling around waking up! Morgan, you'll notice, hasn't moved!


Hard to make the bed with critters in it!

Book ~ "Girls in Trucks" (2009) Katie Crouch

From Amazon ~ An unenthusiastic Southern debutante copes with the cruelties of post college New York life. Sarah Walters is neither a misfit nor the queen of the Camellia Society cotillion scene growing up in Charleston, S.C. But when she and her fellow Camellias try to make a life in New York City, they find themselves coping in unexpectedly dangerous ways — from standard substance addictions to Sarah's fixation on preppy ex-boyfriend Max, a smooth and sadistic child of wealth. While the formula of young women in the big city seems destined for cliché, Crouch subverts most expectations; Sarah almost purposely misses an opportunity for happiness and stability with the gentle lover she met in Europe, and her ploy to ignite sparks with a college friend goes painfully awry. When Sarah goes back to Charleston and faces a perhaps too over-the-top family crisis (it involves suicide and lesbianism), the reader's left with the hope that the worst is over. Though this feels almost like a collection—each chapter its own story with its own narrative technique — Crouch's portrayal of a young woman's self-sabotage and the pitfalls facing young women in a cold world is wise, wry and heartbreaking.

This was a fairly quick read.

The good part is that I enjoyed the writer's style.

The bad part is that it is a dreary depressing story. I didn't like any of the characters and they were all pathetic and desperate. Sarah keeps going from one bad situation to another but doesn't use any of the lessons learned to help herself.

Would I recommend this book? No.

Humber Bay Park East

It's a lovely day ... sunny and 9C.

Gord, KC and I went for a walk around Humber Bay Park East this morning.

There were lots of people with their dogs out and about.

We walked around the perimetre of the park along the water.

Looking east towards downtown:

KC and Gord:

The water was cold but these guys didn't seem to mind.

KC had fun ... there was lots of her to sniff.

Too cold for the beach!
There's Teena!
KC ended up really muddy so I gave her a bath when we got home ... she wasn't pleased at all!

Toronto Blue Jays 12, Detroit Tigers 5

I taught Intermediate Level I Excel today for the computer company I freelance with.

Tonight was the Blue Jays' home opener and Gord and I were there.

We had tix in the 500 level ... cheap seats and I like it up there!

The Jays' kicked the Tigers' butt 12 - 5. Whoohoo!

Teena and Gord

There were just over 48,000 fans. It was a rambunctious crowd ... people were throwing paper airplanes and cheering as they glided onto the field.

Then it got more rowdy with cups with ice, umbrellas, etc. being thrown. Not cool. The security guards were kept busy and some fans were kicked out to the serenade of "Na Na Hey Hey Kiss Him Goodbye"!

The game was paused in the eighth inning and there was a warning that if the fans didn't stop throwing stuff on the field, the Jays would forfeit the game.

It was cold and rainy all day. When we left the Rogers Centre, we were greeted by snow.

Snow?!

Here's a shot of our street.

Yes, the white stuff is snow. Not much, I know, but I'm soooo done with winter!

The Briars, Jackson's Point, ON

The Season Sisters went on our annual weekend away at the Briars (about an hour north of Toronto) from Friday evening 'til Sunday morning.  Monica was my roommate again (for the sixth year in a row).

Friday

These are the main buildings of the Briars (we had a cottage to ourselves down the road).

For supper, they put us in our own room (actually a meeting room) upstairs, away from the main dining room. Were we THAT bad last year??!!

Here we are:

Sue and Pat

Vitra and Jen

Jenn and Rosa

Amanda and Lisa

Angie

I forgot to have a picture taken of Monica and I. Here we are on my bed in our room.


Saturday

After spending the day doing whatever we wanted (most had spa treatments), we headed over to the main house for supper.  Angie had asked that we be seated in the main dining room instead of being banished like last night. Definitely a more fun energy!

Amanda, Monica, Rosa, Vitra and Lisa

Jen, Jenn, Pat, me and Sue

Amanda and Monica

Rosa and Vitra

Lisa, Angie and Jen

Jenn and Pat

Me and Sue

Amanda, Monica, Rosa, Vitra, Lisa, Angie, Jen, Jenn, Pat, me and sue

On Saturday nights, there is a dance after dinner. It's lame but we always stay for a while. Angie and Jen started us off!


Sunday

Alas, all good things must come to an end and it was time to leave.

Here we are having our lunch together.

Monica, Jenn, Pat, Vitra, Lisa, Rosa, Angie, Amanda,
Jermaine (our waiter for most of the weekend who took excellent
care of us!), Sue and Jen

St. George's Anglican Church, Jackson's Point, ON

I passed by this church. I'm not religious at all but I thought it was so cute and stopped.


The church was constructed in 1839, largely with funds raised by Susan Sibbald. The original wooden structure served the Georgiana community until 1877 when the wooden church was replaced with a field stone one.

St. George’s cemetery contains many early settlers and pioneers to the area such as Mossington and Bourchier. A famous Canadian, Stephen Butler Leacock, penned many a famous word while summering on the shores of Sibbald Point.

I find old cemeteries very interesting so I wondered around a bit.

So many old gravestones! The Chapmans, for example, have been gone for over two hundred years! It's amazing how much detail (and information!) went into the headstones.
This one is very plain and simple.

This is Stephen Butler Leacock's.

Unusual style with a birdbath ... I like it.


This one is cool because it has her signature.

This one says "Gone Home" and has a finger pointing upward.

Not a bad spot for your final resting place.