By the sea you have time to stroll on the beach, wondering what word would best describe the sound of high tide coming in. You have time to let your eye trace the coastline and hills that recede in a pale mist.
It’s June so the evening is long; the sun hangs suspended. It’s nice to dine by candlelight, but nicer to dine with a view on the sea that ripples apricot-rose, reflecting a gala sunset.
You have so much time you carry a chair and two books, pretzels and beer through the dandelions down the cliff to the beach, though you might only read two pages before having a snooze.
You have time to gather wood for a fire at dusk.
I always wonder why the stones lie in these crescent formations—like an amphitheatre facing the hills to the east. When I’m here, I always plan to return to the city and enroll in a geology course. Or maybe meteorology. How to explain the vicissitudes of weather in a single day on the coast??? When I’m here, there’s time for curiosity to roam.
And pick up beach glass. Though in my case that might be an addiction, not a luxury. My pockets bulge. I have finally stopped picking up green glass, because there’s way too much of it. I imagine a population of Heineken drinkers tossing bottles into the sea. Except that if beer drinkers are the culprits, why isn’t there more brown glass? This is Quebec. There must be more drinkers of St. Ambroise, Belle Gueule, Molson Canadian, Labatts Blue. Why do only Heineken drinkers litter bottles?
I had a brief whale sighting the first day I was here, and then while we were talking to our neighbour, she yelled that she saw one. I spun around but it was already gone. Still, you watch the water. Every pod of stones might be whales.
It’s a new experience for me—newly retired from my clerical job—not to hoard every moment away from my job for writing. Since I can now write any day of the week, every week of the month if I want, I can take time off to do nothing. I can… relax? I’m still getting used to the feeling. Being by the sea helps. We have no internet, no phone, no sound from the outside world except for a 1970s transistor radio that only picks up one station that we only listen to at supper if we like the music that’s playing.
The beach along this section of coastline is shale and rocky. Lots of opportunity for clambering, which satisfies my inner mountain goat (Alpie genes) and love of waves.
Time to finish reading at least one of those two books.
A few days before coming to the Gaspé, I took the megabus to Toronto. There’s a megabus every hour. If you book a few weeks in advance, round-trip costs $25 which is hard to beat. Mind you, it’s not the most comfortable ride. The seats are narrow and there’s no footrest, which for a short person like myself means that only my toes touch the floor—unsound ergonomics and hell on the back—but the trip is cheap and more efficiently handled than the train with its inexplicable stops among the fields because “there are leaves on the track.”
I stayed in Toronto for less than 48 hrs—an exercise on stretching time to hold the max. Charmaine Cadeau was going to be reading from her new book of poetry, Placeholders, which Salty Ink has hailed as one of the best Spring 2013 poetry picks.
It was a short but jam-packed visit with friends who took me
-for a hike through the ravine north of St. Clair after a supper of grilled salmon and asparagus
-to the upstairs café in the AGO where we talked to the background of a lovely choral recording
-a stroll through Tom Thomson land
-along Queen St. W past the restaurant where I used to work as a pastry chef then past the restaurant where I worked as a part-time bartender
(question: do grad students in Toronto still have to take extracurricular jobs to be able to pay for tuition, rent and food, not to mention incidentals like books, transit fare and clothes?)
-time to stop at http://www.typebooks.ca/ and www.thepaperplace.ca
-rendezvous at the Cherry Bomb on Roncy
-coffee in hand, a stroll along the lakefront
-up to the day-care to fetch the formidable Henry
-stroller to High Park subway
-streetcar back along Dundas with coincidental sighting of friends cycling—agog with cries and exclamations because what are the chances in a city the size of Toronto?
-Vietnamese vegetarian restaurant
-the Pivot reading series
-tea and a snack at midnight
I had a great time. Here’s where I slept, up against books.
Sounds like Toronto was a jam-packed and fun-filled trip!!ReplyDelete
Love the pic of you guys by the fire at sunset.
Who doesn't like a fire at sunset?Delete
I love your in-depth description of time by the shore. I am aching for the shore. August, August, here I come! And also I can't help but appreciate 'the formidable Henry.' Formidable, you say? And how.ReplyDelete
Formidable, yes. I could see it in the determined baby pudge under his chin.Delete