from our north facing window the weather looked rather ominous and less than ideal, so i packed my umbrella as a safeguard. of course as soon as i began the uphill climb the clouds parted and the sun danced high in the sky. as my only exercise of the day i was putting my shoulder into it, or more aptly, my sad sorry ass into it, to propel myself up the grade. i mentally kicked myself for forgetting my water, as i felt a pointy tip of my umbrella poking me.
yup, could have done without it and packed t'other. that's for sure. that's me, i plan like crazy and somehow in the flurry always manage to forget something. strangely it's worse now that i have more time on my hands. could be a case of overthinking everything to the point of some distraction.
i decide to take the circuitous route home and i discover a tennis court with a wall. it is neglected and deserted. perfect for me. the weekend might prove different. some mid-day ball bashing, might serve a two-fold purpose--pent up frustration release, and to aid in the pursuit of some modicum of decent fitness. i make a mental note of the route. surrey street, to richmond (both places i've lived yes....) and down the sherbrooke hill home. busy street 8th ave. drivers not so cooperative. probably the last thing they want to do as they are zooming with some abandon downhill, is brake for a mere two legged ped. and then i discover this.....
a pedestrian tunnel under the roadway. i approached it at first with some trepidation, but it is daylight and it is lit. though it reeks of urine it is safe passage under the street. parfait!
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