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100906 frightened, powered bikes stolen
|0435 today||I am so agitated, but thought I would
preserve tonight's agony with this entry.
|1400 yesterday||Went to one of the Starbucks at
Yonge and Eglinton Ave East, just to get some caffeine.|
|1530||Finally packed up, and went to The
Ex, that is, the Canadian National Exhibition for the last time
this year. It was silly to go actually: we had been there
a few times already this year. We went opening day, and went
for $5 after 5pm another time. But I had purchased two tickets
online for $10 each, and it was either use them on Sunday or Monday (or lose it).
So we went Sunday.
We know the place so well, and our CNE's directors keep selling
off the permanent buildings which make The Ex possible. The old Automotive
Building used to have cars on display. Now it belongs to Airstream or
someone who has a similar sounding name. They sold another building to
Medieval Times, a jousting restaurant. And the flower building was sold
to a night club. So all that remains is the food building, which is just
a food court; The Better Living Centre is nearly empty, but has the small
farm animal display; The Direct Energy building which is a new first-class
convention centre; The Colliseum, now called The Ricoh Colliseum, an arena
which used to be a sandy horse display place in the middle, with two old
two-storey buildings on the east and west sides. I've probably missed something,
but you get my point: the directors of the CNE are reducing the once majestic
Exhibition to a weak fall fair. The midway is still running, with the bad
gambling choices and the expensive rides.
|1900||Here are some things that were good this year,
and have been good in the past. Ice cream sandwiches made with waffles.
Barbecued corn on the cob. Massage chairs for rejuvenating tired feet for 25c.
I missed the Air Show, but that happens every Labour Day weekend at the Ex.
The smoked meat sandwiches for $5.50 at the Montreal Deli. The $1 turon
at the Philipine Deli.
|Yes, I know my time entries are all mixed up!
We went to the Toronto Animal Services office on the CNE grounds, which
is housed in a corner of the Horse Building (that's another building which
is about to be sold off, and was closed for this year). We went directly to
the small animal room and met with about 10 animals who badly need adoption.
We got friendly with a lovely small dutch rabbit. It is younger and much smaller
than the picture I've enclosed for you. We took it out of it's cage, and it
promptly climbed up onto our shoulder, preferring that place. Imagine a parrot.
When birds do this, they are suggesting that they are the boss.
The volunteer at the Animal Shelter asked us to spread the word around:
there are some inmates that have been stuck there since May. In particular
was a couple of sisters. One brown one white, named Chocolate and Snowflake.
Snowflake was getting depressed about living at the shelter. There are usually
dogs there, and a lot of barking (but for The Ex they have the dogs removed,
so there were only cats, rabbits, rats, and a white pigeon). If you, dear
reader, happen to live in Greater Toronto, and are looking for a new pet
for your home, start at a shelter, perhaps this one downtown in The Ex. The
animal you adopt will cost $40, but the city spends $140 or so to have it
neutered and cared for by a veterinarian, so it's a bargain really. (rats
and pigeons are only $7).
The buildings all close down at 10pm, and we aren't into rides or midway
stuff, so we just wandered through it one final time and found our way to
the streetcar station.
Did I mention that Labour Day is one of the busiest for the CNE? The buildings
were all properly crowded with fairgoers.
|2300||We weren't ready to return home, so we went to the
Starbucks at Bathurst and Bloor, and had stuffed peppers at Ghazale, the local
Egyptian restaurant there. After a bit of wandering around, we re-entered the
subway system at Spadina. It was getting chilly for her. I guess summer has
|0100 today||So are get back home, finally.
We were so tired, but I saw we left the barbecue
outside in the middle of the parking lot. We came inside, and I suggested she
lie down and rest, and I sat in front of the computer to rest.
|0200||After an hour of email and watching a movie (Alien Nation)
I go outside to get things ready for bed. It is at this moment I saw the doors
which conceal the bikes loose, not locked. I call her right away, and tell her
that both of our powered Schwinn bicycles have been taken. The locks were cut
through. And the bad guys left their own bikes in their place.
Angry and frightened, we call the local police number (not 911) and want advice
on what to do. They don't offer us a lot of comfort, but suggest we report the
loss at the police station. They could send a car, but they're very busy on
Labour Day weekend, and it could be a long wait. We will eventually go report it.
I wanted to keep their bikes as our own, but I'm thinking they will just be
back to get them, and will cut through the new locks I put onto their bikes. I've
taken them away, hidden them behind one of the neighbours.
|0400||We are still fuming with anger, and fantasizing about
hurting the thugs in some way. But the truth is, they've probably got weapons
as well as the professional long handle cutters required for breaking bike locks.
So if we are around when they get back, we'll get hurt. It bothers me that they
will probably only get $50 for each bike, while they cost us $400 plus tax.
It is during such a fuming fantasy discussion we hear a lot of activity
outside. The sound is odd, like they are trying to rip the door off. We watch
from inside, and can see the door being pulled. The sound is so terrifying.
We are wondering if our bike theives have returned, but there are no sounds
of human foot steps. It is probably the three raccoons that live nearby. They
are strong, and just hoping to get inside our place for some garbage-treats.
Still, that was intense for us. You feel your heart inside your chest.