Trisha

I have been experiencing pain in my knees, and so lately I have been walking less, and riding my bicycle instead. This morning I carried it from my apartment down to the street and rode to the bank to deposit some money. Afterwards, I rode to the coffee shop, where I bought a coffee, which I carried to the old Lawn Bowling Centre. I then sat down in the gardens. I like them. The Lupines that I photographed in full bloom last week, were now just stems bearing seed pods, that look like peas. (Which is no surprise as both lupines and peas belong to the legume family.) In any case their were daisies flowering nearby, and so I took a picture of them.

Their was no need for me to go to the cemetery to water the flowers, as it had already rained, and a  thunderstorm was expected later on. This left me free to roam. So I crossed the street and leaned my bike against a tree. I then walked around the Streetsville United Church, and looked over the windows, and old bricks.

Behind the Church is a Memory Garden, that has a lovely statue of an angel, which I have already talked about before. Doesn’t she look a bit sleepy?

From there I rode my bike South, and crossed the tracks, passing by the Signalmans House. When I reached the old Auto Repair shop,  I stopped to give it another look about. All this time I thought they wear planning to tear it down to make way for new houses. But to my surprise, I discovered that they are actually building an addition on to it. So now I’m baffled.

From there I weaved through some of the newer neighborhoods, cut through a park and came out in what is generally called Hillside. Which is a collection of older houses. (By older I mean they were built about 60 or 70 years ago.) I then took a shortcut which leads to a pedestrian bridge, and Mullets Creek. I stopped to watch the ducks,  and found myself reminiscing about the ducks I used to see swimming there, when I was in my early twenties. I remember them because I was working at a factory called Dominion Windows at the time, which was nearby. Of course, it was demolished, and now its just a parking lot.  (Which is far less interesting.)

I crossed over Thomas Street,  and rode along Joymar. When I got to my old Highschool, I parked my bike again, and removed my helmut. Rarely is no one there, or no cars. I felt my opportunity for taking photos had finally come!

My highschool years were not happy ones. I wanted to be accepted by my peers, and so I became the class clown. I was really quite eccentric. Behind the school was where the football field was, and the track. In nice weather I would often sit, leaning against a big blue door (which is still blue) and watch the runners. One day a beautiful girl named Trisha sat down next to me and we chatted. She made me so nervous,  because secretly, I was in love with her. Unfortunately, the whole thing ended in my humiliation,  which took a little getting over. But that’s a story  for another time.

I got back on my bike and made my way through the meighborhoods behind the Highschool. Next, I turned left back on to Joymar,  right at Siberry, and then found myself crossing over Mullets Creek again. When I got to Rutledge Road, I stopped to take photos of the pretty vetch, that had flowered since the last time I was there. Then I headed home.