Now that Summer is coming to a close, I can honestly say that I don't feel too bad about it. As much as I love the sun, I really like a cool crisp autumn breeze too. There are some things that are just not as enjoyable in heavy heat and humidity.
Take the other night for example, I took my bike out for a spin after supper. It was dusk and the bike path took on a whole other life. There was something peaceful and beautiful about it. It was quieter, there was a feeling of calm and contentment in the air. The skyline across the water was dotted with lights, and we couldn't see as much as we could hear the water.
I came home in a state of zenned out bliss. As I was locking my mountain bike to the fence in the back yard, though, I was accosted with an intrusive, lingering presence. I had the feeling I was being watched. I turned around and sure enough, I was.
Shirtless old guy from across the alley was pulling a meerkat. Not sure what that is? Well, it looks a little like this.
Now before you tell me it's a good thing, because he is conducting a one man neighbourhood watch, let me finish.
He just stood there, along the fence. Staring. I finally had to turn around and ask him if I could help him with something.
His response was this. "Oh, I'm just spying".
Me: (in my head) "No kidding".
Shirtless old guy: "Some neighbors had stuff stolen from their back yard"
Shirtless Old Guy: "Do you live here?"
Me: "Yes, I do. Goodnight"
First of all, I've never actually heard a grown man say he is "spying". Would that be of the double knot variety (those who are of the generation that remember the Beverly Hillbillies will understand this reference)?
Second, you make a lousy spy. I can see you. You're shirtless and wearing flip flops. What were you planning to do? Fling a rubber sandal at me?
Lastly, the obvious. If I were a thief, would I really be locking up my bicycle to the fence in the yard I'm stealing from? A bicycle is probably not a smart get away vehicle when stealing a television or computer or whatever else a thief would take.
So I guess I will give him credit for trying to be helpful, but after I have confirmed I'm not attempting a break and entry, he should have been off on his merry way to fight crime elsewhere.
Instead, he chose to still stand there and watch my every move. I should have turned the tables and ask him "What are you doing? Are you a peeping tom? A stalker? A flasher? ".
So silly. Common sense really isn't a given these days.
That is a perfectly reasonable question to ask the hostess of a restaurant over the phone. Said nobody. Ever.
I went out for breakfast the other day with my son. We were driving up and down the boulevard looking for a specific place called "Les Filles du Matin". The caricature on their logo had caught my eye a while back; it reminded me of Judy Jetson, it was so cute. I had made a mental note to drop in there one day. However, it was nowhere to be found. That being said, we walked into another restaurant.
When the waitress came over to take our orders, I asked if they were new. The name did not ring a bell and I hadn't recalled seeing them here before. She answered that they had been here for a while, but but due to the high volume of calls they were receiving from male patrons asking if the waitresses were topless or dressed "sexy," they had to change the restaurant name. They change the name from "Les Filles du Matin" to "Choco Coco".
I had to ask...why on earth would they be receiving those kinds of calls? The reason - apparently if you open up a breakfast place next to a bar, some people naturally assume that clothing is optional. Huh?? On a main boulevard of a suburb? Located next to Videotron and Pizza hut??
I didn't think that this type of knuckle dragging moron still existed. I can't imagine how creepy those calls were and how the owners must have felt each time these imbeciles would call in the morning for a cup of coffee and their jollies on the side.
It takes all kinds, folks.
After five long years, I am finally mobile once more. These past couple months, the morning commute was especially dreadful.
I'm singing a different tune now, though. Getting to work is no longer a miserable experience. In order to avoid traffic jams, I take the scenic route and drive along the lakeshore. Instead of being bombarded with other people's idea of personal hygiene and being a victim to the STM's predictable unpredictability, I enjoy the lovely breezes coming off the river, the trees, the people taking their four legged friends for the morning walks. The sight of a scrappy little pooch tugging on his leash to sniff every possible square inch of grass always brings a smile to my face.
I have also "discovered" talk radio. Keeping up with the news and current events by way of television or newspapers has never been my thing. Now I'm hooked. I'm up to date on what's happening in my city and abroad.
Montreal music radio is horrible and in the past I would just chose to either drive in silence or to pop in a CD. Now I'm being entertained on my daily commute by something I chose. Love it!
Hi! I'm Chris, an empty nester living in Montreal and making the most of this stage in my life. I love cooking for friends and family, DIY projects, decorating and writing.