I have only one more sleep in this wonderful neighbourhood of Mount Pleasant before I head back to Richmond for a month. I will miss the walkability score of 10/10. I walk to get my groceries, I walk to all the incredible restaurants in this area, and I walk to the theatre. Bard on the Beach is a stretch but I want to do it for Hamlet…and to stretch my saggy ass after watching Hamlet–such a drama queen–get ready to die for three solid hours of angst (oh, sorry did I blow the plot?). Revenge! However, sometimes the rain interferes with my plans and the car wins.
Perhaps my favourite part of this area are the prolific community gardens. They are everywhere. I am pals with the rose garden guy from England who caught me smelling his bountiful buds and insisted on educating me about the very species I was sniffing. Thirty minutes later, i wafted away with the heavenly scents of blossoms and blooms and a new friend. I was invited to be part of the community vegetable gardens at City Hall when I checked out some random arugula. Really I was just bending down to tie my runners, but the pose was mistaken for interest in lettuce and I decided not to disappoint.
My feet have blisters and bunions and my hip is screaming, “You’re an old bitch.” And every time I cross Alberta street, I sing the lyrics from Avenue Q. “I wish you could meet my girlfriend. My girlfriend who lives in Canada. Her name is Alberta. She lives in Vancouver…her name is Vancouver. She lives in Alberta…” Les thinks I’ve lost it, but I think it’s glorious to sing out loud on the streets of Vancouver and fit right in with all the hipsters and punks and earth people. I don’t think I’ll fare so well in South Granville but time will tell. I’ll probably get kicked out of Richmond.
See ya. I’m off to buy my electric car…and have Chai with the mayor.