Blue is everywhere

A friend of ours is a jazz guitarist (and philosophy professor) and during these Covid days has hosted concerts on his front porch. We hadn't gone before because it was at sort of an awkward time, and, oh, no, other people, and it's not right around the corner... so many not-serious obstacles. 

This past week, though, a saxophonist with whom Stephen has collaborated was visiting Toronto and playing with a bassist and drummer. It was great to sit outside and hear some live music. Rather wild modern jazz!

I took this picture of the dull brass instrument, but then noticed it is pretty blue! 

On a more sedate note, this giant wave is painted on a building down the street. It actually goes along the backs of several buildings, but this is the real tsunami. 

Our neighbourhood has several of these little libraries, and I am finding them great for our slow but steady decluttering. A few books can be sold for a few bucks, but the majority of ours are too "well-loved" to be acceptable to the book shop we go to. Of course, I treat these boxes sort of like real libraries, in that I often borrow novels or cookbooks for a bit and then return them! 

Any day now I will pick up my blue knitting.