So, there's this place I want to visit. Even though it's a heritage building, it's not normally open to the public due to sabotage concerns - especially since 9/11. But, on two days each year, there are around 150 buildings throughout the city open to the general public. For free. Each building is featured for its architectural beauty primarily as well as individual artistic features (such as breathtaking mosaics in this case). The two days are this coming Saturday and Sunday. So why am I not going to be there? Well, church-John and I are already attending a funeral on Saturday and then there's church on Sunday.

But, blondie, those events are only a couple hours long. You could still go. Well, not so much. Because the place is at the foot of Lake Ontario and there is NO (as in nada, nichevo, sorry it ain't happenin') parking. So the only way to get there (reasonably) would be with my rides service. But that would require that we actually have a whole day ahead of us. Sigh. So I've decided that c-J and I should plan to do this ONE WHOLE YEAR FROM NOW. I know planning ahead is important, but it's been a while since I've been this calculating.

Anyway, the planner behind this facility was also responsible for the magnificent viaduct (and, thanks to Michael Ondaatje's book, that's how I found out). Here's a brief blurb about the facility:
Constructed in the 1930s, the R.C. Harris is the largest of the City's four water treatment plants, providing an average of 400 million litres of safe drinking water to residents in Toronto and York Region each day. Dubbed 'The Palace of Purification', the R.C. Harris was commissioned by Roland Caldwell Harris, Toronto's first and longest-serving Public Works Commissioner, as a water showcase to highlight the mundane, but essential function needed to make cities possible. The R.C. Harris is the largest ensemble of Art Deco buildings in Toronto, providing an excellent example of how Art Deco style can integrate with Late Romanesque Revival and Modern Classical forms. The plant is designated under the Ontario Heritage Act as a National Historic Civil Engineering Site, and has been recognized as a Canadian Water Landmark by the American Water Works Association.
Though the alarm was set for 10, I woke up after 8 and immediately panicked. Why? Because I should have been up earlier to book my rides for the blind group next Tuesday. Oops? But I still got the times I wanted. And then reflected on the weird dream I was having until I woke up suddenly. I think it was Brian travelling with me, though I was at the back of one bus and he was in the front window of the bus behind. We were communicating via hand gestures and mouthing words. He and I have a hilarious relationship, one that can usually be summarized by "I love you, you nut!" We ended up somewhere and a woman whom I didn't really know was guest preaching. She wore a pale blue, beaded, long dress, had long dark hair, and was standing under a Jewish canopy. Then I was worried that my rides provider was going to strand me. Then I woke up. Oh, my mind. Ever so entertaining.

I didn't do much more than read for most of the day. This "Jessica Fletcher" mystery involves a music-related murder in Nola. So far, so-so. Speaking of my chosen baby bro, we communicated about getting together on my post-b'day weekend. Yay, we're going to go to that fabulous Indian restaurant. And he's ordering me a blue case (apparently it's a cobalt shade) for my iPad so my new baby will be protected against inadvertent clumsiness.

With the TV season dribbling to an end, the only real TV was the season-ender of Bull. Strangely enough, for me it was the least powerful epi, despite the presence of a blind jury (who sat behind a screen so their faces couldn't be revealed to opposing forces in a drug turf war). Ugh. Anyway, I think I'll return to my reading.


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