With the unofficial Canadian summer season well under way and massive changes on the horizon, perhaps a meaty post is in order. ¶ Our year in London, Ontario is coming to a close. London is a nice Ontario city with benefits you'd be surprised to hear about (excellent restaurants, indie fast food, and shopping) and some you'd expect (the university, the second-hand books, movie, and music market, and the parks). Being here has meant lots of time alone, not just by myself but with Pauline, and it's been fun and necessary having a year to ourselves. It has provided us with the preparation time required for everything that's coming. And it's coming like the boulder in the opening minutes of Sexy Beast. ¶ On Tuesday of this week we jumped on the Greyhound and headed for Toronto. We signed two lease agreements, grabbed a coffee, and then back on the afternoon Greyhound to Londontown. The first lease was for our attractive new apartment in Little Italy. It's minutes to our favourite Y, steps to City, cafes, restaurants, markets, and people. It's also about thirty walking minutes to my new office in the garment district, just north of Queen on Spadina. That was the second lease. Expect a formal announcement in the form of a press release on Siteway regarding my office move and if you're a friend or colleague, you'll likely be receiving an e-mail announcement. ¶ Bob Newhart might say: it was quite the day, wasn't it? Both are extremely exciting prospects. I can't underestimate that sentiment. They are frightening as well. We're not just coming back, as I told a confidant on the phone the other day, we're coming to Toronto. I'm setting up my office in four weeks. We're moving into our new apartment in five! We can't wait to be back home and share our lives with all of our friends again. ¶ Pauline is accepting new clients at her new post at April Maloney Salon (647-430-5573, 178 Avenue Rd.) in Toronto. She is currently booking male and female clients for Tuesdays and Saturdays. ¶ Sailing last night was the best class so far. We gave our teacher a ride to the course from the dock as we were the last to rig our boat. This is partly due to my ineptitude, but partly also because our boat was an older model. It was Man Overboard and Capsize night. Man overboard was our teacher. We all took turns rescuing him (sailing up to him, pulling him on the boat). Capsizing was our trial by fire (capsize the boat, get soaked, right the boat, and then get back on the boat). As our teacher (a man whose ability to sail and fly a plane makes me jealous) said, "...the boat is your security, even if it has capsized. Never swim away from it to grab anything that may have fallen out. Even a bailer. Always stay close to the boat. Right it, get back on, and sail to your bail or whatever else. Never ever leave the boat."

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