Jazz suggested in a comment that I take a walk to get myself “unstuck”, so I did. I’d been wanting to take a walk through the Beaurepaire Village in Beaconsfield for about two weeks now, so the butt-kicking was the perfect incentive to do that. A number of weeks ago, in an article in the local newspaper, there was mention of a new pub that had opened up there and I’d been wanting to find it. No such luck though. Seems like something’s amiss when you can’t find info on a new business, in this case a restaurant. I think, “Don’t they advertise? Don’t they want people to know they exist?” Doesn’t make sense to me.
On the way home I stopped at Centennial Park. It was relatively warm for mid-November. I found a small tangerine laying near a picnic table, probably someone’s lunch from earlier. I peeled it and tossed it over to the squirrels and gulls that were nearby. Uh, no. Citrus isn’t on their list of foods to scavenge. I had brought my small sketchbook and told myself why not try to do a brief sketch (Do others talk to themselves like I do? I ask myself if I feel like sketching as well as reply. I dialogue with the animals I meet, too. Every once in a while I get self-conscious that someone might notice and think it bizarre: “Mom! That old lady’s talking to herself/the squirrels!”) Oh, the sketch. Yeah…I did a brief sketch of a tree and looking towards a breaker.