Tag: Reflections

  • Eating Eggs with a Knife and Fork, or My Hands

    Eating Eggs with a Knife and Fork, or My Hands

    These days, it’s easy enough for me to fry up, boil, or even poach an egg. I can’t be doing much else, mind you, while I’m making breakfast because I have trouble managing multiple tasks simultaneously. This results in poor timing and cold toast.

  • The city is like bread and the stay-at-home order in Ontario

    The city is like bread and the stay-at-home order in Ontario

    My dad called this afternoon after he heard the news about Ontario increasing restrictions to help prevent the further spread of COVID-19. I thought the announcement happened at one o’clock in the afternoon; I spoke with him at around three. Maybe the news took a while to get to him. We are in different time…

  • Two pears and garlic paste

    Two pears and garlic paste

    It takes about twenty minutes to drive to the Superstore nearest my place. It’s in a different part of town, just outside of midtown, near an inner-city highway. There are grocery stores closer by, within walking distance, but I’m familiar with the isles at this Superstore. I went there tonight to get some groceries, ahead…

  • You Have to Have Created Something

    You Have to Have Created Something

    As the summer is coming to a close, I find myself in a strange state of mind. The weather is noticeably cooler and the streets are busier, but there’s this sense that things are about to be so much more different than they were a short six months ago. It was March then, the start…