Saturday, 31 January, 2025
There’s a LIVE update to my Breast Cancer journey here *This is how I’ll handle updates to my Live, putting them at the top of any new publications. If you love me that much (awww) you can bookmark that page and visit it every few weeks if you see nothing here. This feels like a vanity post. No excuses, although I’m longing to make a few.
(That’s that done.)
We had a lot of snow. The most recorded. That isn’t to say there weren’t larger, deeper snowfalls before, but we didn’t record them back then. Things shut down. I didn’t hear any traffic- none! Schools, universities, and community centres closed their doors. Some of the bus routes couldn’t run – too hilly – or were diverted. Sections of the subway system that were above ground just stopped. Our north-south highway, the Don Valley Parkway (DVP) wasn’t accessible. We’re used to it, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy or that everything carries on as normal. There’s a modestly grumbling, politely Canadian. acceptance and that’s it.
The snow kept me indoors and, when I did go out, it was ‘interesting.’ Not easy to get through the snow with a walker, even when paths had been dug through the deepest areas. I had definitely been feeling housebound and fidgety, so it was worth the trip.
I got as far as Longo’s, the local supermarket. We managed by buying markdowns in the otherwise pricey store. It’s a habit we acquired in the early London days when we had little money, heading straight for the ‘on offer’ stickers and often amassing really great buys at very low prices. It’s not as much fun here, the reductions not nearly as generous, the selection not as ‘exotic,’ but we still do it. At Longo’s I check the ready meals first (rarely find anything) then head to the meat counter for anything best by today or tomorrow, then off to the bakery mark-downs. That’s almost a story of its own, so I won’t. Food shopping is very expensive in Toronto and we’ve found our pattern to survive it and try not to think too hard about the adventure which is M&S Food Hall shopping. To be fair, we now think longingly about Tesco, Sainsburys, Waitrose, Morrisons, and yes, Co-Op. (We never had an Asda close by, or we might have considered it.)Â I did appreciate them when I was in London, but of course would sometimes weary of them, and now they’ve moved into the nostalgia pile. Last week, trying to watch Whitechapel (we didn’t last) the scene shifted to the Turkish store on Ridley Road. We recognised it right away. Our jaws dropped as we remembered the shelves full of treasures.
The little piece of cambazola was $10. We have had it once or twice, at someone else’s house, and can’t figure out why it lacks flavour if it’s the same as we had in London. Krish has pointed out that unpasteurised milk can’t be sold here, and that may be part of why there really isn’t any ‘stinky’ cheese. Or is it the travel time, etc? It took us a couple of years to discover a cheddar worth eating so the search for another variety that we can enjoy continues.
It made for lots of snowmageddon posts. It always does when it really snows. I imagine all those souls in the snowier parts laughing at us, pretty much the way we laugh at the UK when they come to a standstill with what we’d consider ‘nothing.’ It’s all what you’re used to and set up for, of course. This isn’t Iqualuit and the UK isn’t Toronto, let alone Montreal, Edmonton or Winnipeg (it’s much worse there). We sort of have fun with it even if we aren’t the sporty type who owns snowshoes, skis or skates. We curse and feel weirdly a little proud and heroic. I wasn’t on public transport to hear the gossip, but the WheelTrans drivers had a few stories.
There seemed to be ‘nothing’ on our streaming services. We watched what we could. We just finished Black Bird. Powerful stuff that gave me one sleepless night and a creepy feeling of finding such empathy for the serial killer at the centre of the story. It was hard to sleep that first night.
After the hospital, I had them drop me at Churrasqueira do Sardinha – Portuguese chicken shop just to buy some potatoes and bread. It felt decadent, like I was back to normal. Then I planned to get a streetcar over to the next major street, but the wait was too long. I walked. The cold was incredible, and even though I didn’t have far to go (400m) I had to stop halfway for a hot drink. When I got to the store I needed to visit to pick up my blackening spices, it was gated and closed for ‘vacation.’ Oh no! I’d have to come back another day and pray the set-aside spices were still there. My ride home wasn’t for at least an hour, and it was freezing. I looked around for somewhere warm to wait and decided it would have to be where I could buy a quick snack. So there I was in a burger place (A&W) with a bag of French fries and a coffee. OK, I was seduced by the Pret name. $8.99 for this. I noticed a sign in the window that promised a burger, fries and a large soft drink for the same price. Duped. The coffee wasn’t good. I saw my ride arriving across the street, and I dumped everything and hurried towards it. Temperatures were heading lower, the lowest so far, minus 29. The only way is up.
 
