Hello Mama-llama, Emree, Maisy, and whoever else wanders onto this ramble. This blog comes to you from Natas Cafe on George Street, where I just had a lovely greek salad and gluten-free banana bread, and a coffee, finally, thank God.
I arrived in Toronto last night 1 hour and 45 minutes after I was supposed to thanks to 2 medical emergencies as the plane came from Vancouver and thunderstorms over Toronto. Getting my two ginormous bags off the conveyor belt and pulling them behind me was not nearly as hard as I thought, so things were going well...then I couldn't find the booth for the coach canada van service to take me to Peterborough. I lugged my stuff all the way to the other end of Terminal 3, only to be told that all van services were at the end I just came from. So back I went. My shoulders are angry with me.
I had great timing - found the booth and almost immediately the driver arrived, loaded my stuff and off we went. There were only three people traveling to Peterborough at that hour; myself and two men who were on break from driving rigs out west. They were good company - told me I would love Peterborough, and one man's son also has celiac disease so he was able to tell me where to look for gluten-free food :) they jokingly offered me some whiskey but never followed through. Mildly disappointed.
Got to my apartment around 1230 am this morning. As I was taking my first suitcase up the stairs I turned and saw the banister post and thought it was a man and screamed. I'm sure my downstairs neighbours heard, and think I'm a nutcase. They're probably not far off, but I plan on apologizing as soon as I meet them. The cat, Tao, who I'm looking after for the summer, was crammed into the crack of the door and I thought she was going to make an escape attempt but really she was just lonely and looking for love. We're going to be good friends I think.
After I got my stuff inside I found my pajamas, ate a celebratory Cadbury Cream Egg (yay Easter candy), and crashed...kind of. Tao decided she wanted to sleep on my face, but I managed to convince her to move down to my side. Then she jumped off and I could hear her peeing somewhere in the room and there was mass panic until I realized that her litter box was in my bedroom. I was relieved...until this morning when she made a very large stink in there. I would move it out of my sleeping area but I'm afraid she'd continue to use that corner, litter or no. Anyway, after I found the litterbox I drifted off again....only to be woken about an hour later by "galunkgalunkGALUNKHORKHORKHORK" which was Tao vomiting on the bedroom floor. After that I shooed her out of the room and closed the door, litter be damned. This morning I found out that vomiting is an everyday part of life for her, poor thing. On the list of things to buy today: paper towel, spray cleaner, and room deodorizer.
I got up at eight thirty, which felt wonderfully like nine thirty thanks to time zones :) found a note from Hazel explaining everything I had questions about which was awesome, and she recommended this cafe. Had a shower (couldn't find my soap so that was interesting), put things from my kitbag away (did I mention there's a solar panel in my bag?? hells yes), and ventured out into the city. On list of things to do: coffee, eat, blog, look up cab numbers, internet providers, and the gluten-free places the nice van man told me about (I didn't get his name lol). I suppose I had best get going. More updates soon I'm sure, this blogging thing is more addictive than predicted.
Love to everyone :)
P.S. forgot to mention: no birds seen yet but a cardinal woke me up, and a robin sang to me in the shower (nice skylight that opens in my bathroom). I did see a scary giant squirrel.
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