2) I have had too much wine.
3) played soccer earlier and will pay for that folly tomorrow.
4) Happy Easter...any holiday falling on the first Sunday after the first full moon after the Spring Equinox has to be a good one. Feeling Pagan tonight.
Friday, March 29, 2013
Easter
1) tonight, we watched a mindless romantic comedy with friends. Our children engaged in a deep philosophical discussion about feminism in ancient Egypt, and then created a short play on the subject.
2) I have had too much wine.
3) played soccer earlier and will pay for that folly tomorrow.
4) Happy Easter...any holiday falling on the first Sunday after the first full moon after the Spring Equinox has to be a good one. Feeling Pagan tonight.
2) I have had too much wine.
3) played soccer earlier and will pay for that folly tomorrow.
4) Happy Easter...any holiday falling on the first Sunday after the first full moon after the Spring Equinox has to be a good one. Feeling Pagan tonight.
Monday, March 25, 2013
Sigh
Sigh.
Sigh. Big Sigh.
I want Spring to come.
For real.
Tired of Winter. Want to trade it for some decent weather.
Last March looked like this...
This March...well, I took this picture last Tuesday...
Sigh. Big Sigh.
I want Spring to come.
For real.
Tired of Winter. Want to trade it for some decent weather.
Last March looked like this...
This March...well, I took this picture last Tuesday...
(But at least the sunrise is pretty....)
Saturday, March 16, 2013
Painting Montreal Pink
Back in October, a good friend of mine from New Brunswick called me up and asked if I'd go to a concert with her in March.
Sure, I remarked, blithely confident that it would be fine.
When she reminded me of this a few weeks ago, I did one of those hand waves, where you assure someone something is no problem even though you have absolutely no idea if this is in fact true or not.
Montreal is not far from my house. (You have my permission to be jealous.) I can be at the shops of the west island in under 30 minutes, and downtown is a lovely little jaunt away by train.
Then I looked at the date. And realized the concert was on a Tuesday night.
I mean really....any other night of the week I could have gone into Montreal on the afternoon train, had dinner, gone to the concert, stayed at the Delta Centreville, and caught the morning train home again.
But on Tuesday, I have class until 5:30. And on Wednesday morning, I teach at 8:30 am. The train was out.
Regardless, I did go into Montreal. We did go and see Pink, a concert that was musically, thematically, and creatively absorbing. I loved it. And I did get to stay over, albeit with a very early start navigating the streets of Montreal at dawn.
We missed dinner because I got there late, and by the time the concert was over and we got out the doors it was after 11pm, and even the Keg had finished serving meals. Probably could have found somewhere, but wasn't sure where to look, and was disinclined to spend too much time wandering aimlessly that time of night.
But it was a great evening. Wonderful to catch up with Julie again. Wonderful to see a concert that seemed fresh and invigorating. Wonderful to be...for a moment at least...cool in the eyes of my students who hardly believed me when I told them where I was going.
Sure, I remarked, blithely confident that it would be fine.
When she reminded me of this a few weeks ago, I did one of those hand waves, where you assure someone something is no problem even though you have absolutely no idea if this is in fact true or not.
Montreal is not far from my house. (You have my permission to be jealous.) I can be at the shops of the west island in under 30 minutes, and downtown is a lovely little jaunt away by train.
Then I looked at the date. And realized the concert was on a Tuesday night.
I mean really....any other night of the week I could have gone into Montreal on the afternoon train, had dinner, gone to the concert, stayed at the Delta Centreville, and caught the morning train home again.
But on Tuesday, I have class until 5:30. And on Wednesday morning, I teach at 8:30 am. The train was out.
Regardless, I did go into Montreal. We did go and see Pink, a concert that was musically, thematically, and creatively absorbing. I loved it. And I did get to stay over, albeit with a very early start navigating the streets of Montreal at dawn.
We missed dinner because I got there late, and by the time the concert was over and we got out the doors it was after 11pm, and even the Keg had finished serving meals. Probably could have found somewhere, but wasn't sure where to look, and was disinclined to spend too much time wandering aimlessly that time of night.
But it was a great evening. Wonderful to catch up with Julie again. Wonderful to see a concert that seemed fresh and invigorating. Wonderful to be...for a moment at least...cool in the eyes of my students who hardly believed me when I told them where I was going.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Ocean
I will never, ever, get enough of the ocean.
Particularly the Atlantic.
I have an award winning poem about the rocky coast of the Atlantic, but I subdue the emotional tug I have for the waves and the shore most of the time.
But by far, my favourite day last week in Orlando, was not the theme parks or the smiles on my kids' faces; not the roller coasters nor the dolphins at Sea World. Nope...it was the day we spent on the coast at Cocoa Beach. Playing in the surf, riding the waves as they crashed into shore, running along the beach....it was awesome.
Particularly the Atlantic.
I have an award winning poem about the rocky coast of the Atlantic, but I subdue the emotional tug I have for the waves and the shore most of the time.
But by far, my favourite day last week in Orlando, was not the theme parks or the smiles on my kids' faces; not the roller coasters nor the dolphins at Sea World. Nope...it was the day we spent on the coast at Cocoa Beach. Playing in the surf, riding the waves as they crashed into shore, running along the beach....it was awesome.
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