I am looking out of my study window at my home in North York as I write this. The sky is a crisp and clear blue. I can sense the coming spring — just around the corner.
Like most of you, I am counting down the days until we can get excited about change. Change in seasons, change in weather, and change in our great city.
With the Toronto Mayoral elections approaching this coming fall (October 25th — mark it on your calendars!), I cant help but to get excited about the prospect of change. Political shakeups are constantly promised during these times. Will they happen?
I can sense that this is a time for change for Toronto. I would love to be 10 years younger at this point. My drive and ambitions have slowly faded over the years. I have a consistent feeling of watching everything pass me by. As if I am watching everyone from behind a window — a pane of glass where no one can hear me or see me.
That’s life, I suppose. You approach your peak, driven by your energy, accomplish your goals and eventually slide downward into obscurity; the slow descent that we call ‘old age’.
Marilyn calls it our ‘golden years’, however I see nothing golden about it. She excitedly claims that we will have more time to spend together, but somehow that doesn’t excite me. The thought of spending one minute in the same room as her makes my palms sweat and turns my stomach.
Last night she forgot to flush the toilet after spending almost 45 minutes in there. I don’t think she has much time left.
Thanks for listening,