Days Inn and Suites Collingwood
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- Continental Breakfast
- Meeting rooms/conference facilities
- High-speed internet in room (free)
- Wireless internet connection in room (free)
- Refrigerator in room
- Non-smoking hotel
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... and said, "We're in our home...why are we not acting like it?" So, we broke out the computer and started watching The Big Bang Theory until the tow truck came.
As the tow truck driver got the car loaded, we headed off to Kingston to meet him at the garage. After the car was dropped off, we continued on to Napanee, having decided to continue to Barrie to get the RV work completed, while the car was getting fixed.
The Hitch House, where we ...
... the eerie music was leaking from the streetlights again, making it seem as though the apocalypse had happened and the entire outside world had been obliterated.Time seemed to dissolve as I waited, folding back on itself and spinning into circles so I forgot almost whether it was the beginning or the end. Or perhaps it was that time was revealing the truth of itself to me as something wholly interminable, like a labyrinth, something that ...
... Craic', we have somehow managed to survive the whole winter without holding a proper staff party. But due to the amount of Irish living here- true Irish souls, beautiful raconteurs, insomniac night owls- St Patrick's was always destined to be our night, so cue the Irish flag proudly draped in our wide window. Everyone was pretty much drunk by the time I rolled up home exhausted from another horrendous night on the desk. I made the rather ...
... can be to remember the beginning of something at the very point that it draws to a close. Also about how nostalgia is like a curious sort of wasting disease and how the human heart can yearn passionately in silence forever. A curtain falls over a vista you have lived within, velvet and deep and true. The memory of what lies behind it can be thick and luxurious, touchable and heavy, but it is ultimately obscure. Sometimes muffled shadows move behind this ...
... a bucket-sized Americano and a fresh berry scone. I was dreamily writing long overdue cards to my family, when a brush of cold air from the street broke the train of my thoughts and I looked up. I couldn't believe it, for I found myself looking into the intense face of Mark Handsome, the bike extraordinaire and one-time, unexpected street conversationalist I had met just before Christmas. I sort of choked out a gurgled greeting, but he didn't seem to hear me, ...