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They lust after my flesh with the same intense passion that I remember well from my youth. Mosquitoes. 'Tis the season to be sure now. It certainly makes one appreciate the concept of being alone in the bathroom, particularly when one has removed clothing in order to bathe. Attila and I are just back from a little holiday in Toronto. We are members at the Royal Ontario Museum (ROM). We spent several days wandering the halls of the museum and taking in the Pre-Inca (Sicán and Moche) Peruvian exhibit. It was breathtaking. We also enjoyed a visit to the Bata Shoe Museum, also a must see. They had an exhibit on Chinese astrology, focusing on footwear for infants according to their sign. I am a tiger, and liked what they had to say about tigers. Very pleased with myself I was. The description of Attila's sign was uncanny in it's accuracy, described him to a T. We enjoyed one evening at the Tranzac Club, listening to the incomparable Bob Snider. Wednesday evening was spent listening to a host of talented musicians at the Fat Albert's open stage. We walked to these events. During our visit we walked everywhere. Walking is my favourite activity, in the country and in the city. We walked until our feet hurt and our muscles ached. We rented a room at a University of Toronto residence. We left our room in the early morning, after a wonderful night's sleep, and walked to and through the neighbourhoods, the stores, the sites of interest, the museums, the entertainment. Of course, renting a room in a residence is not everyone's idea of comfort, the rooms are spartan, the washrooms are communal and there are few luxuries. However, Attila and I love it as the bed's are comfortable, the room secure at night and the location is perfect for walking. The leaves were just bursting forth when we left home. In Toronto the leaves had fully matured, everything was green and fresh and beautiful. We did not encounter one black fly, nor one mosquito. We dressed lightly and in layers, adding and removing clothing throughout our day as the micro-climate dictated. The sense of freedom was palpable. When we arrived home we were greeted by a host. Ah, the vagaries of popularity. Black flies and mosquitoes crowded around us, inquiring after our health and hoping to take advantage of our estimable presence. Insect season is in full swing. Bob Snider said he was heading out to Nova Scotia to feed his black flies. We arrived home to our home grown Ontario swarm. Canada, no place like it. |
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