This guy was looking for change, parked on his rear on Yonge St. when I happened by. I walked right past then thought, what the hell and dug in my pockets for a couple of bucks. He looked familiar to me but I didn’t think anything of it until I saw this and a couple of other photos on my computer. I’d photographed this guy last winter on Queen West. I doubt he remembered me either. Sure seems like a long time to be on the streets. I guess I’ll start to remember these guys more and more as I run into them downtown. Here’s the photo of him from last winter, if you’re interested. I did ask first, I should mention.
What an evening. On the way home I picked up groceries for dinner. Made a nice pasta. Also did two loads of laundry and ironed some shirts. I then did some lunch preparations for the week. I also cleaned up the kitchen from my cooking adventure. I wasn’t done until like 9:30ish. But it was worth it. The pasta was great and I feel a lot better about getting some chores done. More to do tomorrow night, to boot. It never freakin’ ends, does it. I can’t imagine what people with little kids do. I couldn’t handle it.