If the initial stages of lockdown felt like a state of limbo, there's yet another state of limbo occurring six months later.

Six months ago, schools were closing down. Now they're re-opening - sort of. While they only closed for a short time in west Quebec (at least at the elementary level) and have now re-opened for the 2020-21 school year, it looks like school re-opening in Ontario is one colossal mess. I'm so glad not to have to contend with it all!

If we're lucky, the decent weather will persist here through September, October, and maybe even into the first part of November. They've already decided to extent Sunday bike-days at least to the end of September and possibly beyond. I'm hoping for a longish patio season too. It's still anyone's guess what Thanksgiving and Halloween will look like.

Today we went to Parkdale Market and afterwards enjoyed cappuccinos on the patio of Jamal Espresso House on Hamilton Avenue. Rumour has it they may be gone by winter; they had a "for rent" sign in their window, but that may only referring to a portion of their business (there's also a restaurant, yoga studio and tattoo parlour in that block of buildings.

Tomorrow, I'm hoping to brave the LRT again. I'm sort of curious to see if my PRESTO card still works; I haven't used it since March.
... to buy a fat tomato. Actually three of them. Plus a basket of smaller ones, a package of "spring mix" (salad greens), some garlic, a large basket of strawberries and a small box of peaches.

Who'd have thought it could be so exciting to go to Parkdale Market? In previous years, we'd be there every couple of days throughout the harvesting season. But this was our first trip of 2020 and a lot has changed since COVID-19 struck!

For starters, they're only open Thursdays through Sunday, 9 to 5. You can browse from a distance, then tell the attendant what you want and she bags it for you, sets it in a little bin and you pay for it. Another pleasant surprise - they actually take cash! There's another little plastic container you put your money in (one of those little drawer organizers) and the attendant takes it and out and puts your change in there.

On the way home, I decided I don't have the virus because I could smell my hands - they smelled like warm hard cash!
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