Had a mostly good time at Pride this weekend with lgbtech
and, on Sunday, the Lynxcub.
Good: for possibly the first time ever, I did not get sunburned at Pride. At all. SPF 50 sunscreen, frequently reapplied, plus a parasol, apparently does the trick. lgbtech
, sadly, was not quite so lucky.
Not so good: crowds, heat, not having too much luck connecting with friends. We did meet up with berecyntia
Sunday night, though, so the weekend was not entirely without socializing.
Saturday, after some indecision, we went on the common, garden-variety Dyke March instead of the special alternate extra-cool Dyke March, despite knowing that most people we/I knew would be at the latter. We just agreed, after discussing it a fair bit, that neither of us really liked the divisiveness that the latter seemed to embody, and didn't want to encourage it. It had all started to feel a bit like some kind of high-school cliquishness... So we stuck with the original march, joining in between the Latin American contingent (because they had drummers), a local women's shelter, and a small group of bellydancers. Seemed like a reasonably auspicious place to be.
Took the Lynxcub down to Pride on Sunday. We had thought of trying to go out to the Hanlan's Point outing that some of our friends were doing, but were worried we would not be able to get the Cub back home on time if we did that. He was a bit freaked out by the crowds near the parade, so we got away from there and went to the Family Pride area, which was better. There was a water play area there, which he seemed to want to play in at the same time as not getting wet, which is not a very practical combination. What it seemed to translate into in practice was him staying well clear of the water spray and sending us in to retrieve buckets of water for him, which he would then slowly pour onto random spots on the ground, with a look of great concentration. I really wish I could see inside his mind sometimes. It must be a fascinating place.
There were also play areas set up by the Ontario Science Centre, the Art Gallery of Ontario, Toy Space (a local toy store that focuses on creativity-encouraging toys) and a few others. The Cub seemed to especially enjoy the Science Centre's area, which had a big long winding track you could roll balls down, with hills and loop-the-loops and what not. I think he could happily have rolled balls down that all day and never gone anywhere else...
I was a bit worried at one point when I asked him, on the way home, if he had had a good time, and he said no, in a small, plaintive voice. But when I asked him what hadn't been good about it, he said emphatically "I want to go back!"
"Ah - so you were having a good time when you were there, and it's just that having to leave to go home wasn't good?"
"Yes!" he replied, with that special isn't-that-just-what-I-said?-you-
Next time, I guess we just need to go earlier so that he can be there longer.
. . .
And now lgbtech
is on her way back to Albany, and I am somewhat envying her the air-conditioned enviroment of the Megabus, because it is horrifically hot
here today. I could hardly sleep at all last night due to the heat,
Strange fact: the little "ForecastFox" weather display in my browser says that it's 32°C right now, but if I click through from it to the AccuWeather site that it come from, the site claims that it is in fact only 25° with a "RealFeel®" of 28°. Uh, NO. The Environment Canada weather site shows the temperature as 33°, humidex 43° (humidex = what it feels like including the humidity, similar to the RealFeel thing on the AccuWeather site). That seems much more in line with what it feels like: too hot to move, think, or wear clothes, and so humid the air feels like soup. My little window fan is not helping much, and I do not currently have the funds to get a ceiling fan like I keep meaning to, much less an actual air conditioner.
Apparently, there may be a thunderstorm tonight, but even with that, the forecast for the next few days has the heat hitting 34° for the next three days running before finally cooling off on Sunday. The City of Toronto has issued an Extreme Heat Alert accordingly.
(BTW, for Americans and anyone else who uses Fahrenheit: 33°C = 91.4°F, and 43°C = 109.4°F. No, it is NOT always cold in Canada.)
Did I mention that I really, really, REALLY hate hot, humid, weather? Really. A lot. I can't think clearly, gave absolutely zero energy, and currently I've also felt a bit queasy all day -- not quite full-on nausea, but not good. Not sure if that's just the heat and lack of sleep, or if I'm actually coming down with something.