Memories

I’m here thinking that I should have something intelligent to say. Instead, my mind has been taking me for trips down memory lane. Here are some of the reasons why:

Today for lunch I ate at one of my favourite French restaurants in Toronto called “Le Papillon” (The Butterfly). The last time I was there was on my last date with Stephen who broke up with me just a little over a year ago. I’m pretty much over him and am ready to move on if an opportunity were to come my way. But with him it was love and then his cold feet.

Next week, during Toronto’s Gay Pride festival (which totally dominates my gay neighbourhood) I’m heading out of town with a friend to Kingston/Gananoque, along the St. Lawrence River and the famous Thousand Island region. It was about five years ago that I practically lived in that region in a house along the river and in boats with another old “beau” Barry.

I also was surfing the net the other day and came across the name of one of my best High School Friends (Rhonda) who moved to Alberta about 25 years ago. I sent her an email and she replied.

Sometimes new beginnings and routines get me to think about my current life and how I ended up living it the way I do. I’m feeling really great about things, including my new job. This has given me an excess amount of restless energy taking my mind to past memories and wondering what the future will bring.

What to do and how to do it? rowing, photography courses, exercise … so many decisions, but I know it'll be good...

Like right now .... I’m enjoying the sunshine of these great days and reading Val’s great book, which is about memories too.