I'm writing about last Friday today. I have the urge to write in my blog these days, but the decent weather along with my catching up with folks I haven't seen in months are getting in the way.

Anyway, I have continued to force myself to leave my desk at work at work by not packing a lunch on Fridays. So, it was about 13:30 and I decided to head over to the food court in uptown Toronto.

There's a Bell Canada building on Eglinton Avenue East. I need to walk along Eglinton to get to the mall. Next to Bell Canada is a set of buildings that have been under construction for a few months now. Don't ask me what exactly is being renovated. I can't tell if any work is actually taking place.

The sidewalk is uneven. As a person who loves to walk, I don't pay much attention. I did this day when a woman in front of me, who was in a wheelchair, was trying to make the transition from using the sidewalk in front of the Bell building to that in front of the set of buildings. She was stuck.

Without even thinking about it, I grabbed the handles on the woman's wheelchair and pushed her, asking, "Do you need help?" It seemed a bit illogical that I'd ask the question after the fact.

The woman must have been in her late sixties, I'm guessing. She thanked me. She was heading over to the CIBC at the corner of Yonge and Eglinton. I was heading in that direction and got her safely into the bank branch. While we were moving towards the target destination, we talked. I told her that my mom was also in a wheelchair, so it's almost a knee-jerk reaction for me to help out.

The woman thanked me and said that it was her lucky day. I think the feeling was mutual.

I went to do my banking, got my lunch, did some browsing at HMV, got some watermelon chunks to soothe my sore throat, and bought a green tea frappuccino from Starbucks. Ever since I had my first one in Atlanta earlier, I must admit that I'm addicted to it.

Atlanta? Yes, I was there for a week for a technical communication conference. Maybe I'll touch on that in future posts. All I'll say now is that it was sunny in Atlanta for two out of the seven days I was there. I felt like I had seasonal affective disorder after the first four days of muggy, humid, grey weather. Atlanta's subway, MARTA, is highly efficient, on time, and is cheap to take. Too bad I was sweating like a pig everywhere I went.

What happened to me today? I got a call from the receptionist at my cardiologist's office. She seemed to be having a rough day. She said that she had called and had "left a number of messages, but [hasn't] heard from [me]." She proceeded to say that if I didn't call her back that she'd let my family doctor know that I was "not interested in setting up an appointment." Is that a threat?

The "number of messages" left was a grand total of two, including the one she had left early this afternoon. Her first one was left in early May, while I was in Atlanta. Anyway, I called the office back and spoke to another receptionist who was friendlier.

That's it for now. It's Friday. Thanks goodness! Even though it was a shorter workweek, it doesn't seem like it to me.

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Song that's stuck in my head: Erin McCarley's "Love, save the empty"
Yummy food eaten today: Watermelon cubes
What I crave: Sleep

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Last Friday with this Friday - 2009-05-22
School's out and I'm in Hotlanta - 2009-05-03
Readings, lights, and random thoughts - 2009-03-15
Thoughts about work, school, and peeps - 2009-03-09
Working from home and a mini life update - 2008-12-19