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Soccer
I live in Greektown, or what is colliquially called Greektown, in Toronto.
It is a habit of mine to go and get a cup of coffee when the kids have gone to bed; the local Timothy's (I'm a coffee wimp and can't actually drink 'better' coffee; it curdles my tongue) closes at 11:00, so it's a quiet walk to the Danforth and a quiet walk back to my house. I like the peace. And the quiet.
Which there wasn't much of, tonight.
Apparently -- and I admit that I care so little about sports that I fail to register which sporting season it is most times -- the Greeks won the soccer game. How do I intuit this? Well, by the hundreds or thousands of people with flags, flashing lights, glowing bracelets, and bloody loud cars that are stopping traffic -- both vehicular and foot -- for the entire length of five blocks. I know this because I foolishly decided that I would also try to go to the bank, which occasioned walking down one side of three of them. There are toddlers in the street with teeny greek flags, and I would think this much cuter as a family occasion if they weren't almost being trampled or hit with the cigarettes that half the people are smoking at their face level.
I am now at home. My door is closed. My screen door is closed. The Danforth is a few blocks away. I can hear car horns. I imagine that I will hear them for the rest of the working evening.
I'm beginning to understand why![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
andpuff is living in the middle of nowhere.
The last time this happened, it was for baseball. We could hear yelling, shouting and car horns until 5:00 in the morning.
I think I'm making a few steps towards the title of curmudgeon that I so covet...
A GEnie related question for those of you who were on GEnie. I recognize a few names, browsing the lists of friends of friends, (djonn, sfmarty, janni, lnhammer) because they're essentially the same, and while I'm creeping up on age, I have fond memories of those, so I hold on to them *g*. But I'm wondering if there are one or two other people that anyone might know the whereabouts of? In particular Teresa Edgerton, who I haven't 'seen' anywhere in a long time :/. Or, in fact, any of the other GEnie people who frequented Alis Rasmussen's topic, or Teresa's topic. Not very many people seem to use their -names-.
It is a habit of mine to go and get a cup of coffee when the kids have gone to bed; the local Timothy's (I'm a coffee wimp and can't actually drink 'better' coffee; it curdles my tongue) closes at 11:00, so it's a quiet walk to the Danforth and a quiet walk back to my house. I like the peace. And the quiet.
Which there wasn't much of, tonight.
Apparently -- and I admit that I care so little about sports that I fail to register which sporting season it is most times -- the Greeks won the soccer game. How do I intuit this? Well, by the hundreds or thousands of people with flags, flashing lights, glowing bracelets, and bloody loud cars that are stopping traffic -- both vehicular and foot -- for the entire length of five blocks. I know this because I foolishly decided that I would also try to go to the bank, which occasioned walking down one side of three of them. There are toddlers in the street with teeny greek flags, and I would think this much cuter as a family occasion if they weren't almost being trampled or hit with the cigarettes that half the people are smoking at their face level.
I am now at home. My door is closed. My screen door is closed. The Danforth is a few blocks away. I can hear car horns. I imagine that I will hear them for the rest of the working evening.
I'm beginning to understand why
andpuff is living in the middle of nowhere. The last time this happened, it was for baseball. We could hear yelling, shouting and car horns until 5:00 in the morning.
I think I'm making a few steps towards the title of curmudgeon that I so covet...
A GEnie related question for those of you who were on GEnie. I recognize a few names, browsing the lists of friends of friends, (djonn, sfmarty, janni, lnhammer) because they're essentially the same, and while I'm creeping up on age, I have fond memories of those, so I hold on to them *g*. But I'm wondering if there are one or two other people that anyone might know the whereabouts of? In particular Teresa Edgerton, who I haven't 'seen' anywhere in a long time :/. Or, in fact, any of the other GEnie people who frequented Alis Rasmussen's topic, or Teresa's topic. Not very many people seem to use their -names-.
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---L.
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St. Clair and Dufferin wasn't much better yesterday when Portugal won..
In fact, we had police in riot gear in the streets, just in case.
I find it amusing that these are the same neighbours I hear bemoaning the exorbitant price of gasoline who are choosing to celebrate by driving their big, american gas-guzzling cars around for hours and hours and hours.
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But they were only -standing in the way so that no one could get by-; they weren't actually doing anything even remotely threatening. Not even glaring; if it hadn't been for what they were wearing, they could have been a quiet part of the celebration.
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Are you writing in something close to iambic pentameter on purpose.. ? ;D
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Um... because I achieved curmudgeon a decade ago? Over-achieved even..
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For some reason, we had a run on your new hardcover last week, so the stack of 20+ signed copies we had left (I'm sure we made you sign more than that) is down to 8. And no, this is not because I'm standing over people with a bat and eyeing their kneecaps speculatively. And no, no, you aren't allowed to respond to that comment with a "why not?" <g>.
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It was an honest question, more or less ;)