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A Full Weekend!
Mar. 16th, 2008 08:27 pm...coming hard on the heels of a full week. Though, this coming week looks much less interesting, save for the sudden breakdown of our furnace this afternoon. Sigh.
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nottheterritory met me in downtown Toronto with his daughter and my oldest, and we took them to the Royal Ontario Museum. The musueum was incredibly crowded, but we got through in good order. Elizabeth was especially taken by the bird exhibit, though the dinosaurs and the bat cave also impressed her greatly. There was a display of antique typewriters that I lingered over - some wonderful old index machines, as well as a Franklin writer.
I used to know what this dinosaur is called. I can't remember. But the thick armored skull gives them a look of odd intelligence, I think. Then, we rendezvouzed with theanidada and velvetpage (and my youngest daughter), wolfed down Thai food and headed home.
The experience of walking through downtown Toronto at night, past the upscale boutiques and condos of Bloor Street, was memorable not for the sights and sounds, but for the fact that this was Elizabeth's first experience with that sort of setting. It was her first time on a subway, her first time walking amongst skyscrapers. She held my hand as we walked along, and pointed to interesting things that caught her eye. (She said of a stretch SUV/limo - "They must have a really big family!") Walking through the snowy street of a big city, carrying a briefcase in one hand, and holding my daughter's hand with the other, made me feel very... old? Grown up? Certainly, I felt like a Dad.
Saturday was an enormous game of Warhammer, excellently written up bydoc_mystery!
This morning, we ventured out to Dundas to meet withdoc_mystery, his wife Caroline, and their daughter Lauren. We headed out in a convoy to Westfield Heritage Village, where we rode on a horse-drawn wagon, watched maple syrup being made, and poked around re-built 19th century homes and businesses.
The best part, for me, was the rebuilt train station, inhabited by a pair of antique conductors, one of whom looked as old as the telegraph set.
The interior of the building had an odd patina of worn, chipped paint, and was suffussed with the smell of pipe tobacco. It really did seem like it had simply been lifted from another era.
There were even 3 and 4 digit phone numbers scribbled on the wall beside the telephone...
And now to bed, wherevelvetpage and I will have to rely on body heat on a tiny space heater for warmth. Should be fun!
On Friday,
nottheterritory met me in downtown Toronto with his daughter and my oldest, and we took them to the Royal Ontario Museum. The musueum was incredibly crowded, but we got through in good order. Elizabeth was especially taken by the bird exhibit, though the dinosaurs and the bat cave also impressed her greatly. There was a display of antique typewriters that I lingered over - some wonderful old index machines, as well as a Franklin writer. I used to know what this dinosaur is called. I can't remember. But the thick armored skull gives them a look of odd intelligence, I think. Then, we rendezvouzed with the
anidada and velvetpage (and my youngest daughter), wolfed down Thai food and headed home. The experience of walking through downtown Toronto at night, past the upscale boutiques and condos of Bloor Street, was memorable not for the sights and sounds, but for the fact that this was Elizabeth's first experience with that sort of setting. It was her first time on a subway, her first time walking amongst skyscrapers. She held my hand as we walked along, and pointed to interesting things that caught her eye. (She said of a stretch SUV/limo - "They must have a really big family!") Walking through the snowy street of a big city, carrying a briefcase in one hand, and holding my daughter's hand with the other, made me feel very... old? Grown up? Certainly, I felt like a Dad.
Saturday was an enormous game of Warhammer, excellently written up by
doc_mystery!This morning, we ventured out to Dundas to meet with
doc_mystery, his wife Caroline, and their daughter Lauren. We headed out in a convoy to Westfield Heritage Village, where we rode on a horse-drawn wagon, watched maple syrup being made, and poked around re-built 19th century homes and businesses. The best part, for me, was the rebuilt train station, inhabited by a pair of antique conductors, one of whom looked as old as the telegraph set.
The interior of the building had an odd patina of worn, chipped paint, and was suffussed with the smell of pipe tobacco. It really did seem like it had simply been lifted from another era.
There were even 3 and 4 digit phone numbers scribbled on the wall beside the telephone...
And now to bed, where
velvetpage and I will have to rely on body heat on a tiny space heater for warmth. Should be fun!
