Not only to say the right thing at the right place,
but far more difficult,
to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.
George Augustus Henry Sala
This farm girl does love to get off the farm and head to the city once a month. There are so many things to see and enjoy while I am in the city. Every time, I have been there, I seem to notice things I missed the time before.
Take for instance Union Station, in downtown Toronto. This place changes more than the seasons. I do understand that it has been going through a major renovation for (I have to say it) years and years but now it has me turned around and confused more often than not. There seems to always be a temporary wall that blocks where I want to go and have always gone the times before. Every time I step off the train or the subway it is an adventure, for sure. Oh yes, there are signs, and I do know enough to look up, unless I am dragged by a crowd at rush hour. Yes, that happens. I actually do not mind that. I have stumbled upon some wondrous sights that I never expected to find.
My last day in the city and after being swooped up by the crowd exiting the subway car at rush hour, I did hope that I was indeed headed to Union Station. I came to a huge floor to ceiling turnstile. I did not remember ever seeing that before. I did for a second wonder if it was new, although it was not temporary, that was apparent. I hesitated. A woman who had also stopped while the crowd pushed around us looked at me.
“Does this go to……. Screech, screech….Mumble mumble mumble. A train pulled in and I could not hear her. I shrugged my shoulders.
I replied, “I am looking for the Via Station and I am not from here.” She shrugged her shoulders and pushed through the turnstile. I was completely baffled by this point. Should I go through? A very nice, well-dressed gentleman must have overheard my side of the conversation. He stopped in the crowd.
He pointed right. “You need to go that way, and then turn left.”
“Thank you so much.”
He smiled, and then slipped through the turnstile to the unknown. I hoped he would find that poor lost lady on the other side.
I wandered down the corridors lined with temporary walls made of plywood, blue and orange tarps and then I entered a great hall with large pillars. I love this space. It is so beautiful and always takes my breath away. All those people off to parts unknown always made me wonder. I then knew exactly where I was. I turned left as I was instructed and could not help but notice a blue cage.
I chuckled, as I stared at what was on the other side.
It seems that in the city, they lock-up their dust bunnies in a cage. I have to admit they are much larger than the ones I had just written about on my last blog post. The ones in the farmhouse seem so tame to me now. I have never had to put them in a cage. I stood there and they appeared to be very docile but they may have been sleeping. I will never again look at my dust bunnies the same again. Their cousins in the city are not allowed to roam free. I have to admit I felt sorry for them.
Oh yes, those trips to the city always bring a strange story or two back to the farm.
I must apologize for my tardiness in getting this post out. In the city, it appears that the germs are bigger and meaner too, and not locked in a cage. sigh
“Note to self…. carry more hand sanitizer.”