I headed to the gym. It was that or venture deeper into the newspaper, rank this morning with Trump’s loathsome assertions that Mexico will repay the U.S. for the wall he’s going to build. Every day it’s another obscenity, or another lie, some fourth-rate misdirection.
I was at the gym late yesterday afternoon, trying to fend off a little of time’s ambush, as well as anxiety’s intermittent madness, and a heart that a lot of the time won’t beat in quite the regular way it should.
Sold. So. Howe Island. Including the ferry ride you’re, what, maybe twenty minutes from downtown Kingston? It’s something like that, give or take a minute, depending on the traffic and the headwinds. And what a drive that is.
SOLD! This marvelous home is located on over two acres in lovely Maple Hill Estates, which is just north of Kingston off Sunbury Rd. It’s a pleasant drive and you can head out there on either Battersea Rd or Highway 15, so if you happen to work in Kingston you’ve got choices and there’s nothing wrong with choices.
I was driving and saw a man I’d nearly done business with, lumbering through the grey intersection with a fat wallet in his white mitt. Not an hour later, a little over $700 was removed from my bank account.
Sold. 66 Cherry St is not a big house, nope, but that’s not why it’s so blue. It’s diminutive by design, proud of its compact footprint, and mostly indifferent to its big brick relatives. In other words, 66 Cherry has its own thing going on.
SOLD! I like very much the way this condominium turns its back mostly on the flat expanses of Lake Ontario, and instead pays close attention to the 19th century brick and limestone dwellings along Ontario Street, the hidden grassy courtyards...
I’ve written a few books and published them. And I’ll do that again, I hope. There’s a novel I’ve started and restarted, for instance. And ideas for a couple of others. There were some mildly encouraging noises made when the earlier work appeared.
Sold. So you step off the Wolfe Island ferry in Marysville and you think to yourself: Well that was as pleasant a twenty minutes as I can remember, and you relive some of the ride: the military college off to your left beneath brilliant blue skies...