Blake's parents have a summer house in Collingwood, which is a town somewhere north of Toronto. (I've been living in Southern Ontario for almost 5 years now, and I still don't know the geography too well...) Blake and I finally got around to going up for a weekend last weekend, and as usual I was sorry I hadn't come up sooner.
I love the city, but it's so nice to go somewhere quiet, and clean. Honestly, it gets a little smelly around here in August. It's also really nice to spend time in a home as beautiful as theirs. My apartment's cool and all, but it isn't even close to as elegant and homey as the Winton homes. One day...
And the fresh food... and the pool... and the sunshine... I could go on. But I'm just going to go back. :)
Blake's father Andy came up to Collingwood too, and he drove. (Me and Blake don't drive if we can humanly avoid it.) On the way we stopped at Tim Horton's.
Tim Horton's is a chain of coffee shops founded by some guy (guess the name, I dare ya) who may or may not have been a hockey player, or something. They seem to be centered around Hamilton because there are an inordinate number there, but they've spread around the country by now. I remember one opened in Prince Albert, Sk, when I was in grade 12 there, and there was much excitement. That's how hurting PA is.
There are few Tim Horton's in Toronto, but they have managed to infiltrate the yuppie latte crowds by opening up the cleverly disgused "Timothy's Coffees of the World" stores. Sneaky, huh? I don't go to Tim Horton's unless I'm out of the city -- it's a slumming thing. However, I do go to Timothy's, although their fancy coffees aren't as good as The Second Cup's.
Anyway, at this particular Timmy's we each got one of their excellent sour cream glazed doughnuts from their excellent assortment.
As we were eating our doughnuts and drinking our coffee, we got playing with my camera. A common occurence these days. Andy is possibly more excited about it than I am, and being an outgoing kinda guy he decided to snap a picture of the scary-looking Brinks guy sitting next to us.
Having done this, he then proceeded to lean over and show the poor unsuspecting fellow the picture he'd taken, as a preamble to discussing the finer points of the camera.
To the guy's credit, he didn't shoot us, and he did seem impressed that it saves the pictures right onto a floppy.
At this point Blake tried to disown his father and pass him on to me, but I wouldn't have it. However, we managed to get out of there with most of our dignity intact. And I even took this strangely appealing picture of a chair:
And then, on to Collingwood...
