Not only did I succeed in getting rid of a couple of boxes of items I'd been holding onto all year, but I got to meet so many cool people. The residents of the Leslieville neighborhood are hands-down the friendliest people I've met in Canada so far.
It was difficult getting setup with Maple there; she refused to stay on her blanket under the table so she alternated between sleeping in my arms and sleeping on a chair I was trying to sell.
I thought it was important to bring her out to socialize.
But she wasn't feeling all that social.
I drove home in the rain, utterly exhausted and ready for an evening of soaking my toesies in my foot spa and eating a chocolate bar.
But I noticed something on the balcony. My first thought was that it was an injured bird, but then I thought, "No, that's crazy, it must be some trash that blew here in the wind."
Turns out it was a little bird but he wasn't just injured; he had passed away. His poor little body was laying there in the drizzle, his feathers collecting raindrops.
It was so sad.
But he didn't.
I searched for the most civilized thing to put him in before deciding on a paper bag from Whole Foods. I circled him a few times trying to gather the courage to pick him up. I wrapped two plastic baggies and a paper towel around my hand (can't be too safe... remember the avian flu epidemic?) and in a fit of shrieks and squeals, scooted him into the paper bag.
I was surprised by how light he was - he felt like he didn't weigh more than a few ounces. That made me feel even sadder for some reason. I walked him to the trash chute in the hall, said goodbye and that I was sorry he had to die and dropped the bag down the hole.
Poor little guy.