Monday found me sporting a little circular bandage after, yet again, more blood work. I’ve turned into a human pincushion and I’m not liking it one little bit - though the actual poking and extracting blood is not bothersome in the least; it’s the fact that it needs to be done at all that’s annoying.
After my weekly light banter with the guy that does the poking, and after holding the little circular bandage for two minutes (he insists), I was outta there and a free woman for another day or two.
|This little heart was blowing gently in the wind, outside the medical building.|
It paused long enough for me to capture it on film.
Everyone needs a little heart now and then.
My route home takes me in the general vicinity of my dad’s place and given this is Father’s Day month I thought I’d snag him early and take him for lunch. He was willing, and still pretty able, so off we went down to the beach.
It was epic (yes, yes, Bushman… I know, I do overuse epic) but it truly was - and I really enjoyed some quality time with my dad.
Here are photos of our outing…
|Taken from the bench we sat on while enjoying a tasty grilled hot dog!|
This is English Bay!
|The Sylvia Hotel - a heritage building from 1912|
We ended up at Seasons in the Park Restaurant (a favourite of mine), up at the top of Queen Elizabeth Park, for coffee and dessert - the last photo was taken from there.
All in all, a spectacular day… well, after the poking!
Thanks for dropping in and taking a visual walk with Dad and me.
Modified June 4/14
PS - I’ve done some house cleaning around this place, thinned out some old - making room for some new. I love sharing photos and have decided when the mood moves me I’ll pop in and leave a few treasures behind. Enjoy!