In the Park

Okay I am here in this glorious park in the midst of one of the busiest parts of the city. I love it! I knew I would. I am sitting in a park blogging and the best part of this adventure is that my only worry seems to be whether or not I’ll get pooped on by a pigeon. I wonder if that happens to people often? I keep getting beamed in the head by these little buds falling from the trees. It is very windy. It is a nice warm windy that opposites the winds of Winterpeg. I am eating this delectable bean soup and drinking a lime soda (I bought it because I remember it from Haz Beans! its Italian) - a man just interrupted me. He was a nice old man talking about how he's a PC man but MAC's are easy to use. As he talked I was thinking about how long he would stand here and talk to me because I just wanted to write. But then I realized how refreshing it is to talk to someone other than myself - I just got pelted again. So I think I will revel in those random moments. It’s rare in this city for people to talk to you. So I think in listening to them I will learn a lot. I found a website www.bryantpark.org/...it tells me everything I need to know about this park and I found all these free concerts, movies and writers workshops. I signed up for a bunch of workshops and I am coming here to see Norah Jones, Rascal Flatts, and a few others that I can't remember. I am also going to come and see old movies in the park. I am so elated right now. I am trying to convince my friend Kim from BC to come here and see a movie with me. I know she will love. I should tell her about the workshops, she would like that. Anyways my friends I best be going. Happy days to you. Love.