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Wednesday, July 10th, 2024 07:19 pmI am going to make it through this book/ month/ year if it kills me. The second two will take care of themselves but the first... I dunno. I succeeded in finishing a mystery on the weekend but I had to renew the loan to do it. Abandoned another book unfinished but because it's July I can't remember what it was. Elizabeth Ferrars are fast reads between the slog of Chinese ghost stories (which I also had to renew) but then I can't even remember what the plots were. Reading this month is like dreaming: wake/ finish, and it's gone.
Today has been the remnants of Beryl. I slept late so missed the morning downpour. Radar weather said more downpour at 2, and I had a 2:30 appointment up the street. So fine, I'll leave at 1:30 and sit in the lobby. Wore rain cape to be safe but there were dry patches under the trees when I left. And half a block from home the heavens opened again. But I had my sturdy rain cape and draped the front over the seat so it would stay dry. Reader, it did not stay dry, and the water sluicing down the cape went straight into the basket. So I stood in the lobby and dripped into an out of the way corner.
A couple came down, he with cane, she leaning on the arm of a Filipino aid worker. We watched the downpour pour down with no signs of stopping. When it eased off a very little, aid said 'I'll go get the car and bring it round.' 'But you'll get wet!' 'It's ok, I have my hoodie,' and off she ran. Woman turned to me and said, essentially, 'Ah, youth!' 'We were young once.' Indeed. I remarked on the tendency of July in TO to dump a month's worth of rain in an afternoon and she nodded. And then the car came and aid emerged with an umbrella and I went off to physio.
Physio commented on how muggy today is-- cooler, finally and briefly, but obviously humid. 'Toronto's always muggy,' I gloomed, which it is, and she said, 'But not like Japan or Korea.' True. In Japan I'd get soaked just walking downstairs from my room, and I can well believe Korea is the same.
Today has been the remnants of Beryl. I slept late so missed the morning downpour. Radar weather said more downpour at 2, and I had a 2:30 appointment up the street. So fine, I'll leave at 1:30 and sit in the lobby. Wore rain cape to be safe but there were dry patches under the trees when I left. And half a block from home the heavens opened again. But I had my sturdy rain cape and draped the front over the seat so it would stay dry. Reader, it did not stay dry, and the water sluicing down the cape went straight into the basket. So I stood in the lobby and dripped into an out of the way corner.
A couple came down, he with cane, she leaning on the arm of a Filipino aid worker. We watched the downpour pour down with no signs of stopping. When it eased off a very little, aid said 'I'll go get the car and bring it round.' 'But you'll get wet!' 'It's ok, I have my hoodie,' and off she ran. Woman turned to me and said, essentially, 'Ah, youth!' 'We were young once.' Indeed. I remarked on the tendency of July in TO to dump a month's worth of rain in an afternoon and she nodded. And then the car came and aid emerged with an umbrella and I went off to physio.
Physio commented on how muggy today is-- cooler, finally and briefly, but obviously humid. 'Toronto's always muggy,' I gloomed, which it is, and she said, 'But not like Japan or Korea.' True. In Japan I'd get soaked just walking downstairs from my room, and I can well believe Korea is the same.
