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Toronto Vintage Society

Toronto's (GTA) events, photos, shops and shows that celebrate the vintage/retro lifestyle.

Other links I've found:

The History Hound - Newmarket area history from Richard MacLeod

Toronto Cemetery Tours Chantal researches, writes, and leads all of the tours.

The Vintage Inn - Canadian history, vintage topics from the 1920s-1960s.

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Moving WordPress Posts into Markdown?

Can it be done by someone who is not a programmer, code geek, etc.? Maybe not. I felt more confident before I started looking at ways to do it.

rokde - WordPress to Markdown lonekorean - WordPress export to Markdown Technicode - Converting a WordPress Export to Markdown Swizec - WordPress to Markdown Swizec - How to export a large Wordpress site to Markdown

I'm going to look for more options. Mostly because I've lost that youthful confidence and carefree attitude. Also, I don't want to muck up my WordPress files, more than I (possibly) already have. Although, in the end, who will care other than myself? Yet, I do and I'm the one still here.

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Lawn Mowing Patterns

I've known about lawns being mowed in patterns for years, but didn't really think of it as a hobby, or an art form. It is though. So far I haven't found anything about it, other than how to guides. I would not be surprised if there is a group somewhere for lawn mowing art.

Meanwhile, I'm leaving a link about how to mow your lawn in patterns, from the Spruce site. Seven Common Lawn Mowing Patterns and When to Use Them

Not so related, I found: The Art of LawnMowing by Molly O'Connor, a video post.

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The Corner of my Room That Does not Exist

In the morning I wake up with the wreckage of yesterday, all my yesterdays, around me.

In one corner of my mind, a dusty corner, I can see a place where its tidy, there is just enough, rather than an overabundance. I've cleared away the burdens, the tasks to be done, the responsibilities I didn't ask for, the promises I thought I owed to myself. Life in that corner is uncluttered. Each morning I set about completing things, continuing things and there is nothing holding me back, nothing to feel trapped by or disappointed about myself.

But, I don't live in that corner. I step carefully in the room where I can't really see the corners and I avoid hurting myself. Physically, by stepping carefully around the floor and the obstacle course I've created. Mentally, by keeping everything, as much as I can, safe with me in this room. Its not who I am, its who I have become.