August 26, 2019
I saw that sign about 3 blocks from where I am staying in Toronto. Please permit me to talk about myself for a few moments.
I generally think I have a fairly calm, go-with-the-flow demeanor, BUT, as we have learned from recent events, I am prone to fits of rage, usually short lived in intensity but the results of which linger and sometimes fester. Road rage probably brings out the worst in me but Québec is starting to get on my nerves too. I often tell people that some days it’s a good thing I don’t have a gun.
My friend and frequent blog commenter Shawn is my confidant and occasional JohnBoy whisperer who can temper my anger and speak calming truths. She has talked me off the ledge more than once, believe me.
My friend and former co-worker Shari has indicated, politely but to the point, that I have become particularly SASSY, Mister (her words, and very apropos) during this trip. My mother, may she rest in peace but who is undoubtedly keeping her eye on me and is becoming increasingly concerned about my ultimate destination, would be buying Ivory soap by the pallet at Costco. I can be alarmingly potty-mouthed. I sometimes surprise even myself.
I am grateful every day for the amazing beauty I have seen and charming people I have met on my journeys. I used a phrase as a post title during my first trip to the Northwest US two years ago “The Best Day Ever” and since then have determined that pretty much every day is the best day ever. Tomorrow is fixin’ to be the best day ever.
All that said, I’ll try to keep things in perspective going forward.