This week and Geogette Heyer

I don’t get lost. Not for long, anyway. I always can find my way in a city, and I try not to go too deep in the wilderness. However, occasionally, I manage to get into silliest problems – as the one on Tuesday, when I lost a whole street.

I was going to see a friend after my classes – it was late, I was tired, but finding my friend’s place was not supposed to be a problem: I’ve been there before, and her building is very easy to find from the closest major intersection. I only needed to go along St. Clair avenue until Avenue Road, and then turn north. Easy? I would be, if I didn’t lose the Avenue road. I didn’t just miss it, I lost it completely. The was St. Clair Avenue, but no intersection with Avenue road whatsoever. Until it appeared before me and mocked me and my orienting skills.


Yesterday, during the lunch, I picked up some bits of conversation between ladies in their fifth or sixth youth. First they were discussing Trudeau’s funeral, then they went on to Winston Churchill:

- Do you love Winston Churchill?
-(slightly indignant) Of course I do! What’s not to love?

I am easily amused.

I decided to stop my Georgette Heyer books’ marathon. For couple of months – to get some change and then come back with fresh head. I had a great time reading her, but right now, after finishing Frederica and eyeing Unknown Ajax, I realised that I need a break.

( So here I recap some of the impressions of this marathon )

It's hot... Can we stop with the +35 C now? I wouldn't mind +15 even