In Toronto this week we've got the G20 summit. The brain trust in charge these days decided to hold it in the heart of downtown where it would affect the financial centre of the country, the theatre district and the waterfront - including access to my beloved island where I spent much of last weekend workin' on the ol' tan and getting in the first swim in Lake Ontario.
Now my walk to work looks like a riot zone, but the only people who look like they don't belong here are the mobs of police who are roving around in packs of 6 and questioning people who stop too long to linger anywhere. And then today we had a minor earthquake! I was actually glad to know that's what had happened cause I swear I thought I was loosing my mind when things started to just kinda jiggle for a minute or two.
Anyway, a friend invited me to go to a music festival on the weekend where we would have to camp, you know, in a tent. I'm a great believer in cottages, and I've been avoiding camping my whole life, but this weekend seems like an excellent time to get outta dodge. So I'm borrowing a sleeping bag and I'm going to sleep in a tent for the first time in my life. I have to remember to bring the camera or no one will believe me!