Previously Non-Ironic Signs and Advertisements

How much things have changed: when they put this sign up outside the site of a new, swanky, Yorkville condo, it seemed like a good idea.

Toronto flash-froze at the moment of the lockdown. Messages on signs that were normal, or hopeful or just catchy back then can't be read quite the same way (apologies in advance for the dreadful photos).

 

For the paranoid set: the sign on the right says, on behalf of U of T's Chemistry Department: "In our labs today ... in your life tomorrow."  On the left, people think the coronavirus came our way by 5G.

Next, some entertainment advertising no one ever thought they might regret.

On Bloor West, a rich harvest of more-apt-than-you-could-imagine shop names.

And business as usual isn't.

Our Own Little Corner of the Apocalypse

Bruce and I are following all the rules. We wash our hands. We don't kiss each other (we do hug, but ears are not an efficient pathway for a virus). Except for a daily walk down deserted side streets on the University of Toronto campus, we stay home. We shop for groceries once a week. 

I'll admit I go the the liquor store, but when I do, I compliantly line up and keep my distance. I have ordered washable, non-surgical masks. When they get here, we will wear them when we go out.

I donate every month to the food bank and the United Way. 

So, we're doing what we can to support the greater good, and protect the most vulnerable among us.

But it didn't work. 

We heard this week that New Horizons Tower, where Bruce's dad lives, found its first two cases of COVID-19. They found two more last night. 

Take care of yourselves.

Thanks for reading.

Karen