Ride'em Copper

Last night I saw a sight usually reserved for downtown Toronto or a riot protest at Queen's Park.

Driving home along a residential section of Kingston Road in Scarborough I noticed a reflective thing in the distance. It was too high up to be a runner. As I got closer, I saw it was a Toronto police officer on horse back. Judging from the death of the beloved Brigadier just 10 minutes up the road last month, the mounted cops are a presence in the neighbourhood. It was odd nonetheless.

I wanted to document the odd sighting so I rushed home (because a cop on horseback is really going to be able to catch me speeding...) and picked up my camera and headed back outside to make sure I hadn't missed him. I stood there for a second eagerly waiting to catch a glimpse and finally he appeared. Turning at my street! I turned the camera on, but the batteries were dead. I fumbled with the next set as I looked up to see him trotting down the driveway of my townhouse complex. That set was dead too so I turned to make my way back into the house, but as I did the officer and his trusty stead trotted on by and the officer gave a friendly wave before continuing on his way.

(For my friends who are tired of coming here and seeing the same two week old posts, I make a pledge to you: in the month of April I will make at least 10 posts)

Prairie Giant

Tommy Douglas really is the Greatest Canadian.

(If he were alive - and not 102 - I think I might have a little crush on him, even if he was short...)

Posting

I am aware I've been kind of neglecting my blog lately. I don't know if it's because I don't really have anything to post that I think others would be interested in reading, or if it's because I am sick of the word blog because of the sudden discovery of the internet at work by the higher ups, or maybe I'm just bored of all this. (Or maybe it's because no one really stops by except for Vicki and Carly - and sometimes a few others...).

Here are the things I thought about writing about lately, but never quite got around to it (incase you are curious):

• a rant about the health care system after a run-in with a condescending jackass of a radiologist who made me feel as though I'd made up the lump (I am, however, grateful I never did have that date with the biopsy gun)
  
• how wonderfully tiny and cute new born babies are (welcome to the world little Lucy) and how awesome my friend Carly is for making it through pregnancy, labour and now the ups and downs of motherhood
• how I am incredibly anxious to hear from Ryerson and SFU - not because I am overly concerned with whether I get in or not, but because I can't stand the not knowing (how did we ever wait seven months to hear from schools when we were in high school?)

Hot wheels

I went to the Auto Show on the weekend (free tickets) and although I am not a car person (I do drive a car and I love her, but she is just a car), seeing that many pretty, waxed and buffed autos in one place (well, actually three) was pretty cool. I loved the Prius even more and saw many cars that could pass for twins of my cute little hatch, but this car was by far the coolest.



I don't know what it is so I'm naming her "the car of the future"

You can't really see it in the photo to the right, but there is actually a little uncomfortable looking stool like seat between the front bench and the back.




This is her bum.

I loved the spinny things and was surprised that there were no women in fancy dresses and high heels spinning with the beautiful cars a la Gabrielle in that episode of Desperate Housewives where she needs money so she goes back to modeling.