What an exciting day!

I woke up for the 1st time today in my new apartment. I didn't sleep that well, which is to be expected of me. I was a bit nervous.

I jumped a million miles when my alarm went off at 6:10am. Plenty of time to get dressed and leave for the subway station that is 2 minutes from the apt. But as I was about to leave, the phone rang. It was my roommate's mom calling to tell her that the public transportation of Toronto had gone on strike! Ak!

I live downtown but not close enough to get to work on time within 20 minutes (it was 20 to 7:00am)! But, what could I do? I started walking. Around half way there, I finally caught a cab and took it the rest of the way.

I was so worried I'd have patients waiting for me but, duh, no one else could make it - or at least not on time - to their appointments! You know, I'm not the only one who travels on the subway!

So, it turned out to be a very slow day with almost everyone cancelling. I like that because I don't really like my job much anyway. I'm happy to help with office work.

Then, to save some money, I walked home. Oh my God. It was around 33 degrees but felt like over 40, with the humidity. It took around 50 minutes. Boiling hot!!! I was sweating like a crazy woman. I drank a lot but later in the day I got a little headache from being in the sun for so long.

I got home so wiped! I ate, I showered and I spoke to my dad and my so cute, I-miss-her-so-much 6-year-old sister. Rachel. She told me all about how a door closed on her toe the other day and so her toe-nail is coming off. When it happened, my sister gave her ice cream which made her feel better. And our neice (who is also 6 - they are the same age, aunt and neice) did everything Rachel asked of her since it was hard for her to move. And she told me that they figured out a way for her to get around: A shoe on one foot and a scooter for the injured one. So cute!

Then I asked her if she wanted to hear about me and she said yes, one good thing and one bad thing. So I told her about moving into a new apartment and asked her if that's good or bad. She said good. I said, right. I told her I love my room. She asked me if the building is new and I said no, it's quite old. I said it's probably as old as Daddy. And she said, wow, but Daddy is like 50 or something! And I said, 55. She was quite amazed.

Then I told her about having to figure out how to get to work when I found out the subway wasn't working that morning.

This evening my sister who lives here married with 4 kids was having her 1st tennis lesson ever. She wanted me to come with for moral support. But I couldn't get up north because of the transit strike so she picked me up.

I got like totally THE biggest kick out of watching her and the other students! They are around 8-10 adults, from 20's to 50's, playing tennis for the 1st time. I found it to be extremly exciting and touching. People growing. Wanting to learn new things. Being willing to try something new and different, even though it's so nerve-racking to do this, especially once you're older. And my sister didn't know if everyone was gonna be 18 years old and she'd feel so un-movable next to them. But it wasn't like that! It was all these older people.

I seriously was so touched by it. I kept getting teary-eyed. It just was so beautiful for me to see people trying new things and growing.

And my sister was so happy I came. We kept giving each other thumbs-up when she hit the ball well. And it was so nice for her to have me there.

It's amazing how watching a bunch of adults learn how to play tennis for the 1st time was a million times more interesting than anything on tv.

QE
That's it!