Art Attack - in my hood

At the top of my street, I took great pleasure in guerilla streetcar igloo art fun. Especially the snowman beside the fortress and the teddy bear sleigh on top of the shelter. Toronto Public Space Committee is welcome back anytime.

Snow storm

Every time I come in from the back yard, I have snowballs clinging to my undercarriage. My staff patiently uses the kitchen sink hose to gently melt the snow, then bundles me up in red Pottery Barn towels.

Hey That's My Fish....on Rushbrooke Avenue?!

A friend of my staff was walking along Rushbrooke, and came upon two Hey That's My Fish tiles. He collected them, under the reasonable assumption that they belonged to our copy. They did not. Is there a secret underground German boardgame society in Leslieville that we are not aware of? Very strange days, indeed.

Hoppitty

Yesterday, we walked along Queen West from west of Bathurst to University. In front of us, and rambling along at the same pace, was a man in a pale blue bunny suit and yellow Chuck Taylors. He stopped a few times for hipsters to take cell phone pictures with him.

Although he made a convincing rabbit, I do a better impression:

Scootch

My sister Juniper has a very upset tummy. Apparently, a tin of salmon, no matter how well-meaning, can cause "scootch bum" (nice term) and "ring of fire" (crass term) for a week. Another trip to the vet, and a regimen of yellow and white pills. The yellow pills are bitter, and often don't make it past the goalie and down the pipe. I'm helping out with Juniper-bilitation.

Ski bunnies

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...