Happy Pride Week to all! I’ll be spending Sunday at my usual camp in the middle of the Buddies in Bad Times beer garden. It’s amazing; it’s like a once a year unspoken date for all my old friends who don’t see each other much anymore. Wonderful. I won’t be skating in the parade this year, as I seem to have injured my tailbone. No skating for me for a while, which is really gutting, but Pride will still be fun. It always is.
I took the night off work over a year ago but nobody seems to remember, so I may have to cut my Sunday short and go into work, which I’m really not happy about. I have worked the last three Pride Sundays and was really looking forward to having this one to myself to enjoy.
Spoke to my instructor, Jessie-May, about internships today and am feeling much better about the situation. We’re going to see if I can get in at Canada News Wire, which would be incredible, so I’ll keep ya posted on that.
It’s a busy weekend coming up. Aside from Pride Sunday, I’m doing the City Chase tomorrow. I did it last year and it was a blast. I couldn’t move for two days after it, but it was an incredible day. I can’t wait to do it again.
Now, something that made my day. A little background; the famine statues in Dublin are my favourite things in the entire world. I love their story, I love photographing them and I love watching them and thinking about history. Yesterday was the unveiling of Ireland Park at Eireann Quay in Toronto. Ireland Park commemmorates the 38,000 Irish who sailed to Toronto during the Great Famine of 1847 and Irish President Mary McAleese was on hand to speak and cut the rope.
Five new sculptures by the same artist who created the ones in Dublin have been erected, along with a Kilkenny rock wall inscribed with the names of those who died along the way. I wish I had known about it; I would have attended the ceremony, but I just found out about it today. It just blows my mind that in a time where the population of Toronto was 20,000, 38,000 Irish immigrants landed here. That’s equivalent to if we received five million immigrants this summer. It’s just to huge to comprehend. The stories I’ve read and heard break my heart.
“May the Park be a tranquil place to remember the past to save the future.”
The Board of Directors, Ireland Park Foundation
And, just for fun: I wasn’t my father’s first, but I was my mother’s. Does this still mean I’m the smartest?
Once again, those sculptures are fabulous!
I broke my tailbone as a teenager, and I thought I’d NEVER run again. I’d never know it now, but there’s NOTHING worse!
–deezy