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Labyrinth was playing at the old Fox Theater in Toronto's Beaches community.

I used to live there (then "the Beach") when I was a young thing kicking it. It was run down mix of old people and artsy/hippie types. There seemed to be a pneumatic tube between the neighbourhood and Vancouver as people shifted from one to the other at a dizzying rate, before, that is, jettisoning to some other continent or plane of existence, often, finally, never to return. *sad face*

By the time I had kids the neighbourhood got too expensive for us to live in, my old employer gave up the studio there and moved to the grotty lake shore. (Now too expensive for mere mortals to live in also.)

If you go there be prepared for lots of dogs on the sidewalk. I don't hate dogs. Some dogs I love but I do hate the number of dogs in this neighbourhood, someone told me it is the highest dog to people ratio in the world after Hong Kong (note those dogs are all pocket sized, beaches dogs are all BIG). Same with kids in strollers. The place is full of rich thirty-some-things with too many dogs and way too wide strollers. Walking there is a nightmare on a sunny day. End of gripe.

I haven't been to the theatre in years. I wonder if the best make out seats are still there, the one with the arm rest broken between them... Anyway, I am glad I went. I had JUST enough money on my card for a ticket and met my friend's daughter and her daughter, 5 3/4 years old and they invited me to sit with them.

I have learned to go to movies on my own because it really is not worth missing what I want to see because I can't convert any friends to my taste. The aesthetic was quite different in those days and the fact that the Goblin King is definitely hitting on a fifteen year old girl didn't seem to bother us, but I do still love young Jennifer Connelly's plucky character and yes, of course, be still my heart, David Bowie. *sigh* The jerky film and tinny sound is forgiven. All is forgiven when eyes are looking through nostalgia's haze...

So it wasn't Camelot..Sick kid, wrangy kid, those were the days...

This was on a camping trip, somewhere near "Lands End" Park in Ontario, married for six months...  It's not far from the Bruce Trail.  Really lovely, if you like hiking and camping.  I miss the wild places of Northern Ontario.  You didn't have to travel too far from town to find yourself in the thick of the wilds up there, but Land's End is not too much of a drive from the BIG HOG and still very beautiful.

I was taking the secretarial course at George Brown College. I wanted to take small motor repair but I could not get a subsidy for it because I was a "girl". :P I had a dream of owning a marina in cottage country during the summer and painting.

The photography class were looking for subjects with texture for black and white studies. I guess my hair made it!

So that is me with oatmeal on my face.  After living with Rastas I learned that if you can't eat it you can always find something it is good for.

Oatmeal can be ground fine, mixed with water and applied to the face.  It leaves the skin nice and tight and soft. 

These days my skin is too dry for that. I just avoid soap and use a tepid water and tea tree oil. Cold green tea bags are good for tired puffy eyes.

I will put all these crazy ideas and home remedies in the cook book.

Carla and I used to pretend we had were on a cooking show. We often argued.  It was good for the ratings apparently.