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Sunday, January 21st, 2024 09:50 pmI had an actual honest to god conversation today. I don't know who it was with because we never got around to swapping names. But as I was creaking out to the super with my rollator, another woman was coming from the super with hers, and I wasn't sure we had room for both of us on the narrowish sidewalk. So I pulled over and remarked to her as she came abreast that rollators are great but also wide. And she said mine looked lighter than hers-- which it might be because hers had a very sturdy-looking iron framework-- and then we were off to the races. She'd just moved into the neighbourhood from Etobicoke, a section of TO so out of my normal round that I'm not even sure where it is. (West, apparently, out by the airport.) Husband died, she moved into her daughter's basement apartment, doesn't know anybody in this area, so of course was happy to talk. She had a hip replacement, hence the walker, which was bought for her by kind family who didn't consult her on her preferences. Is resigned to being in a wheelchair eventually, though her daughter wants her to do tai chi‐ 'But I can't even stand!' I commiserated: I still can't stand myself though I work on it.
Certainly not on days like today when everything hurts for no good reason and I have to wear boots, except I could have worn shoes, the streets were so dry. But you never know where ice will lurk. Like the other day coming up from Bloor and observing the ice berm as high as the sidewalk-- which is ridiculous, because we only got an inch or so in the last fall so where'd this five inch pack come from? Anyway after my shop I limped up to the LCBO and bought mickies of gin and vodka and had two vodkas and tonics and the day got much better after that.
I'm told 'mickey' is a purely Canadian term. It's 375 ml or 12 oz, whichever comes first, and used to be in curved bottles that fit between the calf and the boot for concealment purposes. My bottles aren't curved but they are portable.
Certainly not on days like today when everything hurts for no good reason and I have to wear boots, except I could have worn shoes, the streets were so dry. But you never know where ice will lurk. Like the other day coming up from Bloor and observing the ice berm as high as the sidewalk-- which is ridiculous, because we only got an inch or so in the last fall so where'd this five inch pack come from? Anyway after my shop I limped up to the LCBO and bought mickies of gin and vodka and had two vodkas and tonics and the day got much better after that.
I'm told 'mickey' is a purely Canadian term. It's 375 ml or 12 oz, whichever comes first, and used to be in curved bottles that fit between the calf and the boot for concealment purposes. My bottles aren't curved but they are portable.
