F 1 D 0 - 2004 04 27 at 0240 Three days of Spring. Monday at Dominion. Sunday with Fog. Saturday watching the watchers. Monday at Dominion. Yesterday was Monday, all day, and this is very early Tuesday morning. But for me and my head, this is late Monday night. My work at Dominion as cashier has recently changed with the super warm weather. The vagrants have come out. Oh, we have them all of the time at our store. They come in, often with precise change for the bun, a few slices of meat, a pint of milk. That's always cool. I see them each day. Today I got a visit from some new people I have never seen before. One guy was calling me gay, then telling me what a nice guy I was, during a 60 second period. He was pushing the women behind him in the line, then pushing the ones ahead of him. He asked them if they'd buy his chicken for him, as a courtesy, since he had no money. They politely ignored him after they said, " Afraid not ". He finally gets his turn at the cash, and has six dollars something for a nine dollar total bill. I could start a thing, but I figure if I get him and his chicken out of the store, he'll be fed and gone. No, I was wrong. He came back about 30 minutes later, trying to steal another one. Security threw him out, and warned him never to return. We'll see. At the same time as this incident, another guy is doing the pushing thing. What's up with that? I don't like seeing customers touched for no reason, but alcohol does that. For the record, I've been doing this cashier thing 2-3 days a week since December, and this is the first I have seen of it. And it happpened thrice in my cash lane. No, I wasn't hurt, wasn't threatened, wasn't robbed. The third thing was just strange. Security is following someone close, who appears to be lining up to buy something. But I find out that he too stole from the store sometime ago, and wasn't permitted to be there, to shop or otherwise, so he was chased out of my cash lane. Today's weather was mixed. During the middle of my workday, I heard this tremendous explosion. Yes, it was thunder and lightning. Heavy heavy rain. But by the time I was off of work, after midnight, it was clear, and starting to dry out. And when I left the apartment, around 4pm, it was bright, almost warm, and wonderful. Beautiful. I was walking southbound, just to catch sunshine. I stopped into the Scottish store. It has all manner of things from Scotland. The cost of a new Day Kilt is around 500.00, and a used one from their rentals will cost maybe 300.00, available in December or January. Today I was ill for most of the daytime part. The weather during this was horrid, at least in the morning, but still I don't like feeling ill. I was distended, and kept having dreams or nightmares of not being able to inhale. Then I'd wake up unable to breathe well. I think I ate something which caused me to balloon, and I couldn't find a comfortable position to sleep. It was awful. So I went back to rest, and didn't actually get out of bed until around 3pm. Sunday with Fog. The work at Dominion was amazing! I cannot explain what went right or wrong. But I was joyous from the second I went in, to the moment I arrived at home. Smart, fast, useful, and my comedy had correct timing. When I got home, there was this deep fog. And it seemed like the fog got worse each time I looked outside again. I got my laser pointer out of the cutlery drawer (isn't that where you keep yours?) and shone it through the atmosphere. It was a Star Trek Moment! You could see the beam travel from my building to the next one, even if it was rather far away. My commotion woke Jeff up. Maybe he was awake already. No matter. It was nice to share that with someone, even if the time was 100am or so. Saturday watching the watchers. "Too bad I'm tired. I should take this theme and build it into an essay for F1D0." I wrote that to a few people that night. I'll copy it into this essay, and maybe edit it; maybe not. I saw some flashes outside the window. Perhaps the best way to describe the window in particular is the one with a balcony and a doorway onto it. I couldn't identify the causes of them. Well not right away. Someone was aiming a digital camera at me, us, our building, something like that. They had to contend with the flash going off. After a number of these, I decided the Bugs Bunny quote was appropriate, "Of course you know, this means war!" And I fired up the Sony handy cam. The first thing I noticed was the people running their camera took cover. I could no longer see them. But it was some kind of party, and I was able to see a lot of others. People hiding in a bedroom to talk then kiss, then talk then kiss, then separate when someone needed to get their coat out of the bedroom. I saw them point at me! No kissing after that. But not much more paying attention to me either. I saw people sitting around, talking. I guess they weren't notified about all of this. Hey: for you voyeurs? I didn't record as I didn't know where the tape was positioned and wasn't prepared to overwrite anything on a whim like this. I spent maybe 15 minutes trying to see details. No luck. If the lights were off, then I could make out the heights, the gender, and many facial features, but not enough to recognise them by day. And if they lights were on it was much worse, washing out my vision with too much light. The living rooms scenes with all of the party were all lit, and therefore invisible that way. There was another bedroom. The children's? I tried as hard as I could to watch their television. I wanted to come away from this and tell you what they were watching. Maybe it was a video game. I am not sure. It just wasn't clear enough. The flashing of my own screen and the flashing of theirs, and the distance away (Quite far!) made it just impossible to make out much more than red and blue on the screen. No, they weren't watching www.redvsblue.com but that would have been soooooo cool if they were!! Summary. Lots of flashes. This gets my attention. I look outside. Someone is peeking into my general viscinity using camera technology. I go get mine. They go hide. I keep watching them looking for signs of anything. After a while, it is clear I've found a dry well. It wasn't dry at the outset, but it had nothing more to show me, really. Someone noticed I didn't attend the contradance on Saturday night. Yes, I went to the Scottish Annual General Meeting. I spoke with a friend who described all of the business as "Apple Pie Motions". I laughed! It's true. The only real reason the Scottish dancers seem to have these meetings this way is because they are supposed to. They get some funding from The Trillium Foundation, and it has some thoughts about how a group's governance. But these people at the meeting aren't here to make decisions, they're here to get through it, and try to dance more before the night is done. Our own Glenview group had such an annual meeting on the 24th. It was much the same. People would read a brief report of what they were caring for, and the things that they did. They were always long on thanking their helpers, and this seemed to be expected. All in attendance would politely listen very very quietly. How quietly? During the dance everyone chatters, especially during the briefings. But as each participant read their report, you didn't hear a sound, except the speaker. "Do you all accept this report? (all nod) Can someone make a motion to that effect? (a few raise their hands, one person's name is read) Can someone else second that? Thank you. All in favour? Opposed? Any discussion? Comments? (long pause) This item is complete." I wish I could tell you who was running the meeting. His voice was so deep, so clear, even without amplification. Part of me wonders what they do with all of the money, as they get a lot of dues. I read the financial reports, and they spend it on things! Most of the income comes from "self sustaining activities". I guess that's what they call dances and workshops. The fees from these are meant to cover the costs. And yet each of the smaller groups tends to have its own management committees. So I'm not really clear what the Toronto Branch does. I'll read the paper work over. As a group they are so very very organized. How organized? The volunteers who handle the programming for next season are now working to put together the ball and dance programs for the monthly dances. They'll get through this soon so that the local dances can download the file, and prepare their own weekly dance programs based on it. Backwards, we go. The daytime on Saturday was so perfect. In an effort to get more physical activity (I should be very active, but I've not done very much for a while, so I'm starting with walking in the morning) I encourage Jeff to SMS me to awakedness, and we wander from store to store. We stopped in a camera repair shop, where I got to ask some basic questions, and where Jeff could get his more detailed questions out. I have no photographic background, Jeff has plenty. I wanted to know. We went into Soul Drums. It's just south of Just Drums. Imagine two different drum stores, a few blocks from one another, both doing well. I don't really understand percussion yet, at least, from a making good music perspective. I will someday. Jeff has been wondering where our local library is. He's seen a few of them along the way, but these are not the ones he should consider. We found the North York Memorial Library, a large building, with a lot of open space, built with a modern 1970s style to it. We didn't actually go inside, but he knows where it is now. North York Centre was supposed to be the shopping part of the city hall plaza. We were all surprised when the provincial government forced the joining of The City of North York with Toronto, to make a new City of Toronto. I prefered Metropolitan Toronto, which included the former Borough of North York, which worked hard to become a City of North York, with its own subway station. At some point, Jeff noticed his feet were aching, so it was time to stop for a sausage from the nice street vendor, and to work our way back home. Spring time has brought out the best in the people I met along the way. Oh, we didn't talk, but there was an occasional runner, in fact, an occasional car full of people getting out to run together. People were being pedestrians with me, just going about their non-business from one place to the next. I loved it. I wonder whether I should try to assemble these entries in the order they happened? It wouldn't be too hard, now that I read it over. There are six or seven sections, and they just need to be cut-n-pasted into chronological order, instead of reverse chron order. I'll see what you say to me about that. That's all I know.