Five-leaf clover
The four-leaf clover still eludes me. I have however found five-leaf clovers so I figure that’s supposed to mean my luck is never just good luck, but rather some super awesome strain of incredible rare luck. 
When I found another one this weekend, I just smiled and thought “I don’t need a clover to tell me what I already know.” I was in Ontario with HP for the long weekend and happier than a diabetic eating cake.
HP and I haven’t had a chance to really catch up since January so it was long overdue and we definitely made the most of it. After a bus ride that took about 12 hours from New York, I met HP in Toronto and we drove to his new place up north. As soon as I got a whiff of that crisp Canadian air, I felt like I was home again. I made HP pause for me while I just stood there and breathed. In that one minute I managed to get bitten twice by mosquitoes but that wasn’t quite as surprising as when I was bitten by an ostrich later that night. I kid you not. I was bitten. By an OSTRICH!
I should probably explain how this happened. After spending the afternoon at Lake Simcoe, we stopped by a zoo we had passed on our way there to see if we could spot giraffe. We walked by some ostriches that reminded me of a friendly emu I met in Australia so I wanted to take a picture. HP was backing away saying that they looked like they were getting ready to attack but he’s always being paranoid about these things so I ignored his warning and took out my camera.
Looking all cute and cuddly before the attack
As I was taking a picture, an ostrich struck out with its neck through the fence in one fell swoop and bit my middle and index finger while simultaneously vomiting on my camera. I was a little shocked as I exclaimed “OwW! It BIT me!!” HP proceeded to laugh so hard he couldn’t stand straight. We then spent about five minutes watching what has to be the longest pee by a camel before heading to another lakeside area for dinner.
The weekend was a mixed bag of beaches, vintage car viewing, strawberry eating, condiment painting, swimming (or rather ‘attempts at not drowning’ on my part), flea market browsing, driving, city walking, dim sum, car swerving, arcade games, wineries, gelato, sightseeing, gambling, wings, GPS cursing, movie watching, and cooking. We were 15 again debating hypotheticals and belting out the wrong lyrics alongside the radio for hours at a time. You’d think that after a decade of practice we’d be better at this, but no. The weekend ended as it always does with sad goodbyes and a hug. Until next time!
Update (12.09.08): HP tells me that the photos of the lake in this album were actually taken at Lake Huron, not Lake Simcoe.
