Fourth Date Redo

Mine and Lee-Anne's fourth date was doing something called Canoeing The Grand. We rented a boat and paddled down an established route through the Grand River. Despite it being entry-level, we managed to capsize. Lee-Anne has referred to this as a make-it or break-it stage in our early relationship.

We pulled our canoe to the side and were lucky enough that some more experienced people checked in on us and offered one of their paddles, since we had lost both of ours. After this, we managed to make it the rest of our way to the landing point.

This story was popular enough that, when my coworkers threw our wedding shower some four years later, we received gifts themed after it. These included chocolate boats, "Broken Canoe" branded peach drinks, and a gift certificate for "Canoeing the Grand".

It's been two years since our wedding shower. Luckily, the gift certificate didn't expire and we finally got around to it.

When we arrived, the person that met us gave some pointers on how to stear through it. She said that ripples on the water mean rocks. Makes sense. I don't remember getting this advice last time though.

When we were signing the wavers and processing the gift certificate, she gave us our emergency kit and said that on the route we were doing she "promised we wouldn't need it". It wasn't worth telling her that last time we not only managed to get ourselves in a situation where we would need it, but we also managed to lose our emergency kit in the process.

But this time we managed not to capsize! I was much more alert to potential hazards so I didn't take many photos, but here are a few.

We saw ducks, geese, and cormorants. I counted maybe 11 herons and a couple flew right by us. I think I may have seen a couple red-breasted merganser, but I don't know if I was wishful thinking. A hawk or turkey vulture followed us for a bit. There were a lot of people fishing but I only saw minnows.

We did grind to a halt in shallow waters and needed to get out and pull the canoe a bit. There were two other people that started at the same time as us and had the same issue. All in all I think today was an example of redemption.

Trip North, 2025

Me and Lee-Anne recently got back from a trip up North to see my grandparents. We did this last year too, and I made three posts about it. Since there was such a significant gulf of time between then and the last time I'd been up, there was a lot to talk about. This time I'm pretty sure I can condense it to one post.

I took two weeks off work. I often run into an issue where, because I don't like scheduling, I put it off and wind up with excess vacation time at the end of the year. I once heard someone say that taking two weeks off at a time is preferable, because if you take only one, then people postpone things until you get back. If you take two, people need to figure out how to handle it themselves.

It also just makes scheduling easier. We figured we'd be up North for about a week, and taking two off allows for some flexibility and a bit of unwinding time after getting back.

We took the bus up. Last year, we had the same driver there and back. He recommended that me and Lee-Anne get the pizza buns at the rest stop in Bracebridge, and told us to ask for them microwaved. We took his advice, and he checked in with us to see how we liked them. He said that this was his dinner every day.

The affection he had for that little rest stop and his friendliness was very sweet, and his reflection that it's his dinner every day was slightly sad. Overall, he left quite an endearing impression. He didn't drive us either way this time, but we did see him at the layover in North Bay.

Last year, we came in the Fall. This time, we aimed more at the Summer, the express reason for this being that it's more seasonal for blueberries. Unfortunately, late frosts combined with harsh heat spells made for a poor turnout. I still found some wild blueberries, enough for me and Lee-Anne to get some satisfying samples, but not enough to make into jam or pie.

If you want to see the pictures I took, I made a Gallery post here:

http://gryphonsgallery.blogspot.com/2025/08/kenabeek-pics-summer-2025.html

I did some driving lessons with my grandfather. I don't remember if I posted about it or not, but last year I almost tested for my G2, but I'd needed to get an extension on my G1. I did this successfully, but I mistook the receipt for the license itself and showed up to test with the wrong documentation. So I never got to try, and just renewed my G1.

I'd planned on taking lessons through the Summer and testing again, but somehow the last couple of months feel like they've just melted away. Driving up North was my first time at it this year, but I refamiliarized pretty quick. I'm still holding out hope to get some lessons and testing for my G2 this year, but I just feel fated never to get it.

Me and Lee-Anne made dinner one of the nights, partly to showcase my growing culinary prowess. The item available was shrimp, so we did our yellow coconut curry. Based on this old recipe:

https://gryphood.blogspot.com/2022/01/yellow-coconut-curry.html

We used up their curry powder, so we made a custom spice blend to mimic it. The result was passable, but a bit sweeter than usual. I think because the honey we used was local stuff produced by one of their neighbours.

I'd finished reading The Children of Hurin on the bus ride up, which is a prequel to The Lord of the Rings based on the notes of J.R.R. Tolkien, edited and published by his son. I wrote a review of it while I was up there. Since there isn't a reliable Internet connection, I typed it into my computers Notes app and copy/pasted it into my Reviews blog when I got back. You can access it here:

http://gryphonsreviews.blogspot.com/2025/08/the-children-of-hurin-book-review.html

This led to some discussion about Middle Earth, and then me finally watching The Hobbit movies, which my grandparents have the DVDs for. I hadn't bothered to watch them previously because while The Lord of the Rings movies being a trilogy made sense because they were based on three books, doing this for The Hobbit, a singular book, just felt like a cash grab to mirror previous success. Fortunately, the films did retain the whimsy and adventure of the book instead of attempting to impose the stakes and grandeur of their previous work. Maybe I'll make a review at some point.

On coming back, we stayed overnight at a different grandmother of mine. The next day we all went to the Art Gallery of Ontario and looked at an exhibit of Joyce Weiland, a feminist Canadian artist. It included a rendition of a moving map of her brain once she'd developed dementia, showing first the impacts of the condition, and then the healing factor that took place as she did her art.

Since it isn't in the Gallery, here's a picture of me and Lee-Anne in front of an elephant made of old couches.

Lee-Anne observed that, between the discussions on music and literature with my Northern grandparents, and the art museum in Toronto, every side of my family is "artsy". 

A Year in Kitchener

Tomorrow, me and Lee-Anne will be going up to Kenabeek. It's a little earlier this time than last, but it still marks roughly a year since my mother and brother's house burned down.

After, they stayed with us for a bit before finding a new place in the same neighbourhood. Though the circumstances were grim, it has given opportunity for them to experience the city where me and Lee-Anne live. I'll be going over some of the local highlights today.

In previous visits, they'd already been exposed to Belmont Village and the Iron Horse Trail. We live in Kitchener, but we're only about a five minute walk from the border of Waterloo. In fact, we're fairly equidistant between Downtown Kitchener and what is known as Uptown Waterloo. It makes sense then, that the locals refer to our area as Midtown. The heart of Midtown is known as Belmont Village, a strip of independent businesses. I've mentioned it on this blog a bunch of times

They had both already tried a restaraunt called Thai Bistro. Now, we introduced them to Graffiti Market, a place that does deep dish pizza in a way I've only experienced there, and Relish Shawarma, which I've talked about a lot on here. Mom has grown a deep fondness for Relish.

They had both been on the Iron Horse Trail previously as well. It's the longest paved route in the tricity and previously was a rail line for workers to get to factories. This was a prominent enough feature that the buildings that my family currently resides in were initially developed explicitly for users of the Iron Horse Rail. My mom still plays Pokemon Go (as do I) and on seeing the consistent distribution of gyms (game feature) she said "It's like being on Victory Road!" (common end location, leading up to the game's final challenge).

The first new place I showed them was Uptown Waterloo. I did this because they had some specific wants that were best served in that area. I came to regret this though, because first impressions are important and for awhile it became a comfort zone. It's a nice place, but while we have easy access to both cities, me and Lee-Anne both strongly identify as culturally Kitchener, so it just irked me a bit to see Waterloo become the baseline for my family.

My brother, needing a mattress, went to Fairview Park Mall and so got to try our Ion Light Rail. More consistant and with more frequent arrivals, it's definitely a step up from Guelph's city buses, and he has grown to enjoy its utility. Soon after this, my brother left and stayed elsewhere for a few months, so Mom got to experience a few things ahead of him. 

They became aquainted with our closest grocery, which is an independently owned place called Central Fresh Market about a 15 minute walk from where we both live.

Waterloo may have become the touchstone, but Kitchener claimed a win with it's signature park. Me and Mom went to Victoria Park and she got to try a Polish sausage cart that has some measure of fame around here. We also got to see the two swans that inhabit the area. Later, a friend of her's from Guelph would visit and this is where we would go. She said that it's better than Guelph's Riverside Park.

Here's a blurry picture of a weird, duck-like diving bird we saw. I would eventually learn that it's a cormorant, and I've seen many more since.

Mom came with me and Leee-Anne to the Bestival. I think that name is an amalgamation of Belmont Village and Festival, with the happy coincidence that it also has the word "best" in it. She got to try the Fo Cheesy food truck which frequents local events. She bought a bag from a local artist and we listened to some music.

After my brother came back, he joined me and Lee-Anne in participating in a community cleanup event and has signed up to volunteer for future things.

We all went to the Multicultural Festival together. I ran into a coworker who was coincidentally doing a show and we got to watch that. My brother got to try some spiral potato thing. 

Went to a drone show for Canada Day. Neither of them had seen one before. Me and Lee-Anne have been to a few. The first time was for a show held by our local hospital, and it was really trippy. Crazy to see all those tiny glowing robots fly around and create moving pictures in the sky. 

The second time was for Canada Day the year previous. It was pretty subdued, and I wondered if it was one of those things that is only good once. Despite the occasion, there wasn't any Canadian imagery. I think that the recent discovery of mass graves of Indigenous children beneath residential schools had soured the national image at that time, and so the celebration came across as confused and noncomittal.

However, this year patriotism has resurfaced in a big way as threats of colonization and trade wars have been issued from our neighbours to the South. So there was plenty of Canadian imagery when my mother and brother went.

First image was a Canadian flag but it was followed by Turtle Island and an Inukshuk as a gesture to Indigenous communities. Hopefully showing we haven't forgotten them after emerging worries from the South.

Waterloo is the goose-hating capital of the world, but it's become such an integral part of their identity that it's warped around to a sort of love.

Me and Lee-Anne waited an absurd amount of time at a German food truck. I'd been wanting to go to it specifically for currywurst, since me and her had tried it during Christkindl Market and we didn't know it was the featured food. But they didn't even have it this time around so we got a schnitzel sandwich and schnitzel poutine.

My brother, who came after us, was stuck in the line for the entirety of the show. Luckily, it was big enough that he could still watch it in full view.

We all went to the Cherry Park festival, which is a more targeted event to our neighbourhood. We got cherry icecream, served by our former MP, Mike Morrice. We  also got cherry tarts, strudels, and jam. We got a little clay pot, and they got some magnets by local artists. 

Recently my brother discovered an authentic East Asian grocery called New City Supermarket. I'd already been in a handful of times. He also found a health food place called Full Circle Foods, which I've been to once. He was very enthusiatic about both.

He also found a local garden store that I didn't know about. He also got his hair cut at The Green Room barbershop, where Lee-Anne has been trying to get me to go, and now he's pressuring me too.

That's what I can think of so far. They both still need to go to Christkindle Market, at least one of the Art Walks, the Kitchener Farmer's Market, and the Clay and Glass Art Gallery. I don't think they've been to the Kitchener Public Library. Mom was close, because my cousin hosted an event in the courtyard, but it was outside of library hours. Maybe The Museum should be on there, but I don't think it's anything special.

I'm the only one of the four of us to have gone to the Butterfly Sanctuary, so that's on the list too. Buskerfest, Bluesfest, and Ribfest are all big around here, and I've not been to any of them. I've no interest in the latter though.

Gryphon at the Downtown Community Centre

Last week I was waiting for someone at the Downtown Community Centre. I was sitting on a bench and looking at my phone. Suddenly, my view of the screen was replaced by the face of a tiny, grinning child.

"What's your name!" he said.

"Gryphon"

He clasped his hands to his mouth and staggered backward, staring at me in pure astonishment.

His father arrived and encouraged him to introduce himself in return. Instead, the child blurted out "But how can you be a gryphon?!"

I said "Oh, you know about gryphons?"

A shy smile crept across the boy's face, eyes still wide in amazement, and he nodded.

For the unknowing party, I told the father that it was a mythical creature.

It was obvious at this point that the child believed sincerely that I was somehow a half-eagle, half-lion  that had disguised itself as a human. To clarify things, I said "Well, I'm actually not a gryphon. I'm a human named Gryphon."

Which is, of course, exactly what a magical animal undercover in the world of humans would say.  From the look of the kid, this did nothing to persuade him. My confident introduction as a gryphon was far more convincing than my awkward attempt at taking it back.

His dad encouraged him to continue on to whatever scheduled activity they were going to. As they left, the child shouted "Bye Gryphon!"

I don't think I've ever felt as magical as when that kid looked at me with sudden realization, full belief, and awe in that I was some fairytale being. It was like he had randomly run across Santa Clause at the Downtown Community Centre.