Thursday, July 24, 2014
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
The area around Finch & Sheppard has seen a lot of growth with lots of new condos. South of Sheppard the sidewalk has to negotiate the on/off ramps for the 401 meaning a long loop on the east side of the street. Walking farther south the road takes a steep deep into an old ravine near York Mills resulting in a steep climb back up on the other side. From then on it was all downhill. By lunchtime I needed to eat something and slipped into a sushi place just north of Davisville called Sushi Supreme. A small place with a few outdoor tables it was dominated by a sushi bar that ran the length of the back of the restaurant. Across from the bar were a couple of small tables. I opted for a dragon roll, the perfect lunch on a hot day, before making my way back onto Yonge Street.
Sunday, July 20, 2014
Yesterday after our Saturday morning trip to Kensington, Mr.T and I decided to head up to IKEA to check out their beds. I have an old cottage-styled iron bed that has become increasingly creaky and have decided it is time for something less noisy. IKEA had some simple wooden beds that looked promising so we decided to check them out. There TARVA looked the best and was cheap making it a possibility. Trying it out it seemed both sturdy and comfortable. While at IKEA Mr.D and Mr.Z called inviting us out for a trip to Costco so we made our way to the front of the store to await their arrival.
Meeting up Mr.D and Mr.Z we all drove over to Costco, where we discovered a nice KitchenAid toaster oven for a great price. In the end we actually found more than our friends, who are the Costco members and then drove back to our place to drop off everything. There Mr.D and Mr.Z were finally able to see our newly completed deck and reconfigured garden. Sadly, we were unable to sit outside because the afternoon became increasingly wet as the rain moved in. We sat inside for awhile chatting and then decided to head out for dinner.
Making our way over to Don Mills, the rain made it the perfect night for a Teppanyaki dinner at a place Mr.D and Mr.Z knew called Memories of Japan. Attached to a large strip mall the place is a large corner restaurant divided into three separate areas. A dining area out front devoted to all things sushi, another dining area in back with six large teppanyaki grills for eating and a large sushi bar that runs along one side of the restaurant with a pond on the opposite wall. The decor was heavy on dark wood giving the place the feel of a traditional Japanese ryokan. Each teppanyaki grill had eight seats and we were seated at a table with another family. Teppanyaki is not only about the food but the performance of the teppanyaki chef. Our chef was a young Malaysian guy who knew how to make his audience comfortable drawing us out so that we enjoyed not only his mastery of the grill but also his entertaining patter. The food was delicious and every was served up with a sense of professionalism and humour.
Saturday, July 19, 2014
Friday, July 18, 2014
Another bright, beautiful sunny day meant a long walk. Mr.T was off for another Friday so we decided to walk down to Harbourfront via Spadina. Once there instead of heading east we went west exploring the newly finished Ireland Park built around the Old Canada Malting Towers. Although the park only wraps around the eastern end of the pier it was nicely designed, especially the rock sculpture at the end of the pier looking out over the lake. While there we also spotted a group of ferrets (yes, ferrets) playing around in some shrubs hanging off the pier. They were adorable although really out of place.
Continuing west we walked past all the preparations for this weekend's Molson Indy. With Lakeshore closed we climbed across a bridge to the Ex and then walked north up Dufferin Street. Crossing the end of Liberty Village we walked along one of the main drags exploring the area. By this time we were hungry and began looking for somewhere to eat. The area consists mostly of condos, coffee shops and pubs but on a street running north to King we found a row of restaurants and decided to try a Japanese place, InJapan.
Located with a selection of other restaurants the place has a small patio out front that faces the street. Inside there is a takeout and sushi counter at the back of the restaurant with two small booths and a few freestanding tables. Decorated with orange walls and lots of Japanese inspired wood trim it also had an extensive menu that was popular as a take out place. We opted for a sushi dish and some noodles but sadly, the food was not that impressive. Given the takeout traffic we expected it to be a little better but it really was simple sushi like you would get from any fast food sushi place.
Walking back along King Street we then made our way up Bathurst to Kensington for some treats at Bunner's. Sadly, they were out of butter tarts and I opted for a date square while Mr.T had a banana cupcake. It was the perfect way to end a bright day.
Thursday, July 17, 2014
On Monday I finally had the staples removed from my arm, giving me more freedom and movement. After spending only a couple of weeks in a cast it is nice to have my arm back. The bruises have started to fade and motion is slowly coming back. I can do most regular arm movements, although the doctor discouraged any strength related exercises, including driving and biking. Today I begin physiotherapy to try and restore full movement to the arm.
Originally the surgeon who worked on the arm wanted me to use the private physiotherapy clinic located in the shiny new wing of the hospital. He told me physiotherapy was no longer covered by OHIP and sounding like a salesman with kickbacks recommended the hospitals new phsyio clinic. The place made me upset at the difference in public and private services bringing home the disparity in healthcare for those who have and those who don't.
Instead I decided to approach my GP, sure that there was some form of physio he could recommend that did not require payment. He directed me to a clinic located on Church Street. The place could not be more opposite than the shiny clinic at the hospital. Located on the main floor of an apartment building that is devoted to co-operative and city housing the place was like something out of an Eastern-European horror film. A former apartment converted into a clinic the place had none of the sparkle, shine or decor of the shiny new clinic, but had a polite and friendly staff who assured me they would be able to give me physiotherapy for my arm. Today will be my first experience with physiotherapy on the road to full recovery.