Wednesday, September 28, 2011
London Theatre Guide Online
Yours for more theatre,
|... beans in an ice-cream bucket, ready to be snapped ...|
"Join me," she called. "There are plenty of beans for everyone."
I went searching under the leaves, and down low, finding all of the beans I could, and pleased that I could at least keep up with the picking speed of Laynie.
Then I noticed she was holding ice in one of her hands, on a burn she had picked up while she and Dave were looking at her car, checking the muffler.
So that makes me at least able to keep up with a one-handed woman.
The beans were beautiful.
|... not quite shoulder length yet ...|
There was no way he would cooperate with me.
But he does have a trick of his own.
Wearing beans as one might wear a pencil ... behind the ear.
|... bean as pencil ...|
Pears from Wyona's tree, plums from the Pillings and the dahlias are finally in full bloom -- a veritable vegetable and flower harvest.
Who could have a better Thanksgiving?
Another way wild meat comes to us is that Burley, one of Mak’s philosophy friends, had to move back to the U.S. for more graduate school. Burley used to name her animals, and thus the meat from the animals is marked with that name. At first I thought, now this is odd. But this morning when Mak was sharing wild game maple flavoured sausages, I was thinking ... ah, I am eating Sally. I looked more carefully at the gifts of wild meat. I see that tomorrow we will be eating Tony.
When I am eating Richard’s meat, there are no first names attached. I just think ... moose, elk, deer and I don’t have to think the word “bear” for that will be the last package I take out of the freezer to try. Yes. I will do that one on a day when I am looking for high adventure. Kelve might go in on that with me, for he is always willing to take just one step beyond normal when it comes to food (ie, remember when he decided to try a jalapeno, straight). I have already found a bison burger recipe, thinking I could substitute bear for the bison and see what product we get.
When I bought the new red creuset, I searched the internet to find a beef bourgingnon recipe to use in that new pot. Then it dawned on me ... I could substitute elk for beef ... not that the thought was amazing, but the amazing thing is I actually thought about it and then cooked it. We are on our third iteration of that recipe with most of us saying either, “This is just like beef, only not as fatty”, or as in the case of Amir, “This is just like lamb”, but not as fatty”.
Oh, sweet hunters that share their meat with us. Send me a quick email and I will attach the bourgingnon recipe in a reply if you like.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
I was looking for the dates for the Encore performance of One Man, Two Govnors. I couldn't find anything in Calgary. I did find the dates and small precises about the upcoming next three performance which I have copied and pasted below. For more details go to National Theatre Live Website.
Such a joy to go to my local theatre and for $20, see performances like these.
So ... mark the following on your calendar:
The Kitchen - October 6, 2011THE KITCHEN features an ensemble of 30 people and is set in a kitchen, using real food and with actors actually cooking and preparing food on stage -- it is a tour de force spectacle and has been frequently performed all throughout Europe since its first appearance.
The Comedy of Errors - March 1, 2012I in earth, in heaven, or in hell?
Sleeping or waking? mad or well advised?
Known unto these, and to myself disguised!
Two sets of twins separated at birth collide in the same city without meeting for one crazy day, as multiple mistaken identities lead to confusion on a grand scale. And for no one more so than Antipholus of Syracuse and his servant Dromio who, in search of their brothers, arrive in a land entirely foreign to their distant home. A buzzing metropolis, to the outsiders it appears a place of wonderment and terror, where baffling gifts and unexplained hostilities abound.
Do you know me, sir? Am I Dromio? Am I your man? Am I myself?
Consistently recognised by strangers, the visitors question their very selves as the turmoil escalates. Meanwhile, Aegeon, father to the Antipholus twins, has been captured searching for his sons and, as an illegal immigrant, is sentenced to death at sunset. Shakespeare's furiously paced comedy will be staged in a contemporary world into which walk three prohibited foreigners who see everything for the first time. Lenny Henry plays Antipholus of Syracuse.
Friday, September 23, 2011
The only thing better than than eating waffles and whipped cream with cherries on the side like Audra, is going out to the strawberry patch, picking and cleaning your own strawberries and making a waffle for yourself…just like Gabe
How about cheescake dripping with caramel sauce. This is what one does with the almost dated cream cheese from Arta's house and the outdated sweetened condensed milk from the Bates's house.
Cherries, cherries and more cherries. Don't forget the waffles and whipped cream. Audra and Zach do it all.
Trent rides his children to the bathroom on his feet. Anyway to get them to brush their teeth before bedtime stories.
I really goofed loading these pictures but here goes anyway. Kalina with a sunflower grown from the garden Glen and Janet planted at Shuswap.
Five girls on a rock. Sabrina, Chelsea, Audra, Alicia, KalinaSunny days are not the best for taking pictures but we do it anyway.Hey, I am still a beginner at blogging. I am having a hard time choosing and writing. Isn't Zoe just the best aunt, holding the movie star, Kalina.
Greg and I just spent a fun week in Austin. Here are a few of the highlights. I noticed as I was looking through my pictures that I have no pictures taken outside. It was tooo hot hot outside to take a picture.
I took a short story book to Austin. One of the stories was Peter and the Wolf so I brought it up on youtube. There were many different versions. However, the version from my youth was still there. Notice the delicious banana pancakes that Jamie cooked up for us. Yummy delicious!
Lucky Grandad Greg! He got to enjoy Senya, Ivan and Ezra on the couch. Too bad I never took pictures of them outside fixing the screen windows.
Ezra is so like Kalina in about everything he does. Both of them like nothing better than than to chew on a knuckle. Above is Kalina chewing on Lurene's knuckle at the lake and below is Ezra doing the same thing. They both have a knuckle cracking chew, especially on my arthritic fingers.
Such a cute little boy Ezra. He is just learning to hold a toy or something so he can put it in his mouth. Kalina does the same thing.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
The miracle on our front is that David lost his fourth tooth today, his second this week. He had his first "dictee" at school today and came down with a "sore tummy" as he approached the classroom door. It took took his parents 2.5 hours to do a differential diagnosis. We ruled out the rule and ruled in "worry wall". Worry wall is one of the "unthinkables" that SuperFlex can help you quiet. Strategies? (1) close your eyes and take deep breaths, (2) if something is too difficult, think of a person who is around who is nice and say to yourself, "they might be able to help me".
Any tips from others who have suffered from the grade one stomache ache?
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
|Are you guys really talking about the Bible?|
Since we knew a little boy would be arriving we began to talk about his name.
"Michael," his mom said.
"A good Biblical name," I said.
"Yes," she replied, "Michael, the Arc Angel."
"Well, that is odd," I replied. "Not too many people have last names in the Bible."
|I am learning to sleep through Bible quiz, even with this thing on my hand.|
There was a long pause.
Miranda said, "Well, we have Mary Magdalene."
"Hey, Richard," I said. "I don't like it that the little girl from the Catholic School is beating us at Bible Quiz Time. And she has the handicap of being in labour besides. Quick. Pull something out of your Mormon seminary arsenal."
Nothing was forthcoming.
"Pontius Pilate," I said. "And Judas Isacriot."
"Looks like only the bad ones have last names," Richard teased.
|Home Sweet Home for now. The ICU -- all the care a guy could ever want!|
But I have been left trying to figure out other Biblical last names. All I can come up with is Simon Bar Jonah. I am not getting an A for my effort in this regard.
Mike (last name, Johnson) and his mom are staying in the hospital tonight and maybe tomorrow night.
The food is on time and can be ordered off the menu.
The beds are warm.
And Mikey needs to be attached to his intravenous for a little while longer.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
|"Finally, some alone time with my mom."|
What Richard loved is that as time progressed, new equipment was brought out – each time just with enough razzamatazz to make the birthing parents think they are on the last leg of the journey, ... which they are not.
First the receiving blankets were put on top of the warmer that receives the baby, then a big silver basin was brought out for who knows what.
|Cleaned up after my first bath.|
Next came a U-bar at the end of the bed, magically appearing from behind an unobtrusive table.
Another step was instruments ceremonially laid out in style on that table (8 different scissors in all – which kept Richard wondering which set would be put in his hand when it came time for cord cutting).
A further movement forward was having a portable ultrasound rolled in ... and then a suction machine (with assurances that there was very little chance it would be used).
The last leg of the journey is really there when a room that previously held 4 people now has14 people in it.
|Alone at last in the ICU. The nurses are regulating my blood sugar.|
I am trying to get some peace and rest away from my new parents.
Today the new mother, the new father and the new baby are sleeping.
A one word description of the event?
|I am 60 seconds old here. |
My nails are like my Aunt Mary's nails.
By time he arrived this morning he had the obstetrician, the anesthesiologist, 3 residents, and 2 nurses in the room to support Miranda and Richard.
Three other nurses were giving Hunter a thorough check-up and clean-up on other side of the room.
|What do you mean, I'm not allowed to crawl yet?|
He was making the minimum of noise – enough to present himself as alive but no lusty crying, just a peep or two and then a good look around.
Miranda has waited a long time for him and she was enjoying his soft new touch.
|You can hold my hand, but just for a while since I don't know you very well.|
Richard has predicted he will be a lover of the arts. I am happy that he will play in my backyard.
There is more fun to the story – Sunday, Miranda’s assignment to Richard was to get the baby seats installed in both her car and his Toyota Scout.
Miranda drove Richard to work in the morning and things went downhill for them so they went right to the hospital.
She didn’t have time to take the hospital outfit she had just purchased, nor did she have time to pack some toiletries.
|OK. Whose in charge here?|
And in the “How To Have A Baby Class” next week is the lesson on birthing positions, so they got first hand-coaching without having to listen to any of the theory on that matter.
More pictures to come, for by now, Mike has only been in the world about five minutes.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Bonnie told me that one of the first things medical people check on to see if people are aging well is if people know what day it is. So, ... that is reason to remember. I want to pass all tests. I was thinking about trying to stay young and saying to myself, it is Sept 13, it is Sept 13, it is Sept 13, and then remembered, yowza, tomorrow is Rebecca’s birthday. Which takes me to Trell’s birthday 2 days later (and my fiftieth wedding anniversary as well), Darla’s birthday the next day on the 17th. I have already missed Wyona’s anniversary on the 10th. Yup. Good to keep trying to remember what day it is. Miss some. Remember others. My best bet to wish Doral Happy Birthday on Oct 1st and Bonnie on Oct 11 and then I won’t have to remember another date until 2012. Now I have done that, remembering to celebrate birthdays and anniversaries is over with for this year!
Now what day is it, today?
Friday, September 16, 2011
|One Man, Two Guvnors|
Photograph:Tristram Kenton for the Guardian
“Fired from his skiffle band, Francis Henshall (James Cordon) becomes minder to Roscoe Crabbe, a small time East End hood, now in Brighton to collect 6,000 from his financee’s dad.”
What is a skiffle band? What's a minder? Where is Brighton?
There was more information in that first sentence than any of the three of us could process. To start with, I am the musician and I was asking them what a skiffle band is. They didn’t know either, so we settled down in our seats and hoped the play would do its own job of letting us know the plot.
For the first five minutes I couldn’t understand a word on stage, even if it was English. I was thinking, hey, at least in the opera we get subtitles, but I am not catching one bit of dialogue that is going on down there under the proscenium arch. I hope Ceilidh and Dalton don’t revolt on me.
But it wasn’t long until my ear settled in and that must have happened to the kids as well, because soon everyone on our row was doubled over with laughter. The verbal humour was good when I got it. The body humour painfully close to home, especially in one of the minor characters, a 87 year old waiter who was beginning his first day on the job. He walked across the stage, on hand trembling by his side, the other hand on a dish carrying soup and his hand was shaking so much that the two dishes were clanking together in uninterrupted motions of going backward and forward, almost tipping out of his hand at every step, yet never doing so.
The old man got knocked over a banister and down the stairs, only to walk right back up them; he was smashed behind doors when they opened, and at one point, died on stage, only to be revived when Henshell turned up the electricity on his pace maker, making the old man jump up and run around the stage like bunny with batteries that never stops. Just when he seemed well again, someone ran into the room and clopped him on the head with a cricket paddle, decking him again.
Photo: Alastair Muir
Two hundred and sixty years later we were enjoying an update on an old classic. How cool was that for an anniversary date.
And about the skiffle band, the one referred to in the chap sheet? Well, our play was set in 1963, a time when skiffle bands had been popular in England. Skiffle is a type of popular music with jazz, blues, folk, roots and country influences, usually played using homemade or improvised instruments.
Why I am telling you this is that we had a skiffle band play for us before the show started and then as every scene changed, back on stage the musicians came with music that moved the plot along. They returned with different iterations of actors and musicians – playing the washboard, the spoons, the bicycle horns, steel drums. If a person went to the show just to hear the musicians who did the inter-acts, they would have been well rewarded. One Man, Two Guvnors well deserves its next move -- to the Adelphi Theatre in London next month.
There was a door to the left – locked. No matter how I tried to turn it, it wouldn’t open.
I spied a small crack of light between the cement and the door that was to open. Ahah! I got my fingers under it and did a manual lift ... then escaped, driving my car right home because my body needed a rest on the bed!
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
|The soldier climbs the tree in "The Tinder Box"|
At least I knew for sure she was awake.
I told her no humming while I was reading and I made a new rule -- she had to sit upright by me on the bed, so we got a long way into the story, with our legs hanging off the bed this morning.
I had to laugh again for we read during breakfast at which time she said, "Oh, I thought the solider was a girl". This was in response to the soldier, now dressed as a grand gentleman, wanting to court the princess. It would never have entered by head as a six year old that a solider could be a woman.
We finished off the morning practicing looking like the witch in the story who has a lip that hangs down to her waist. "Oh, I thought it was her tongue", said Meighan after looking at the picture. Nope. The text said that the witch's lip hung down that low. We tried to pull our own lower lips down that far, our final act of truly waking up.
Bad luck on the lip hanging. Neither of us could get ours past our chins.
Good luck on waking up.
Goodbye to the Fair and at the same time, Hello Bernie Road. I got to talk to so many people at the fair, people with different opinions than mine, and many of them were local and knew where Bernie Road is. One woman told me that lisps are lazy speech ... and that stuttering is caused by psychological abuse. It is good to see where popular thought is coming from, at least in that woman.
Driving Dave’s truck to pick up my things and take them back home was empowering. I just fit in at the fair in Dave’s vehicle. Can you hearing me saying, “Would you shut that door so I can drive my truck on by.” The sofa Moiya lent me allowed me to gave away 80 cards.
At the fair, people walk far enough away that the busker’s can’t draw them in. But when passers-by see a couch, and they are tired, they walked right into my booth of their own accord. I met a guy from Golden who says he almost bought a place down on Bernie Road this week. He is a tradesman who fits gas pipes. He had a tip for me. He says when he is in a fair, he has people fill out a lottery slip, and one of the questions is “would you like me to contact you”. Of those people who wrote yes, he said that he signed contracts with 43 of them. “That is a testament to your salesmanship, not to your lottery technique,” said I. “Few people get a 50% success rate on this kind of call back. You are just good.”
One lady from Sicamous said she also knows Bernie Road. She bought some water floats there.
“Are you busy putting in a dock before Bylaw 900 comes in,” I asked. Thanks to Glen, at the fair I could talk about the local politics of the community.
“Yes,” she said. “My husband and I own 35 acres across from Totem and we have never done anything about it. Now we have to take action and put in a dock so that we won't be left out.”
Goodbye to the Fair ... hello Bylaw 900 ... come visit us on Bernie Road.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Here is a teaser:
|Lightning Flashes near Moiya and Dave's House|
|A Squiggle in the Sky|
|Land or Water? What Was Hit?|
|Frontspiece for Fall Fair Programme|
The Rotarians are right across from me. They know how to do the hard sell. $200 dues for the year and you sign up to attend a weekly lunch meeting. Promise? They have a different person in their booth every four hours and they know their market. It is mostly businessmen who will join. They are working their crowd.
Wants-to-learn-to-lip-read man: Of course my wife isn’t going to believe me. You know husbands and wives can’t give each other advice.
I had a psychologist stop in to see me. She is at the end of her career and says that she has more business than she can manage, that I will eventually get enough clients. “How long have you been in business.”
Thank goodness for Moiya. She had me bring the best hook of all: couches and chairs for people to sit on. She also had me bring the Barton Reading Tutoring boxes and she set them up like children’s blocks, one on top of the other. I get good questions about those. As well, she had me bring a basket with toys in it, so children can play while I talk to their parents. She also loaned me a cute lamp, one with circles on one side and a flower on the other. I say to a child, take a good look at this lamp and try to remember the picture that is on it. Then I ask them to close their eyes and when they open them again, another picture is there. They really laugh, even if it is an old trick.
Six teenagers sat on my couches and chairs last night: grades 9 to 12, flirting with each other on a group date. That was intense. They don’t have anything to say. One of them has to be the fall guy for the jokes of the others. I was talking to them about Social Thinking, asking if any of the group know about Rock Brain, the guy who gets stuck on one idea and can’t get off. They laughed and pointed to one in the group. Then I asked them about Glass Man, the one who is fragile and shatters – and yes there was one of those. And the Defeater of Fun? Yes, they had one of those in the group, too. I finally said, “You guys should go next door to where there are helium balloons”.
When they got there, the woman said, I know you guys are just after the gas in the balloons to change your voices. I will just give you one.
Arta has made me promise to take my camera to get at least one picture.
Friday, September 9, 2011
|Designer: Mary Johnson|
Lampwork Beads in Blue
I made some beads and turned them into a bracelet to auction off at a work fund raiser. Arta made lots of jewelry from my beads when she was here in the winter, but this is my first time actually making something.
Here is the description for work:
The beads of this bracelet have been made by using a torch to melt the tips of colorful glass rods. As the glass melts, the fluid glass is wound around a mandrel, a narrow stainless steel rod. Once a base of glass is established, more glass is added, creating an endless variety of patterns and effects. Later, when the bead is removed, the space occupied by the mandrel becomes a hole in the center of the bead. Lampwork beads are handcrafted by Infrastructure Canada’s Mary Johnson.
|... beading is a good hobby to do with friends ...|
Ceilidh got out some craft beads last night and she and her friend worked on them. Ceilidh ironed the beads until they had melted into place. I have the skill to set up an ironing board (a tool used in the past, but not much now, though luckily something Anita has). Ceilidh could work the iron once I showed her how to raise its temperature to high. So we had some fun with crafts.
I am sleeping in their parent's bedroom suite, which is about half the size of my whole house at home. I may have one rule I want to instigate and that rule will be, when I come to visit next time, please smoke all of the mirrors in the ensuite bathroom. This morning I noticed that the mirrors are arranged so that I can see my body from every angle and was sad to observe that in my case, mooning someone would be giving them my best angle.
A new rule I give unto you.
Smoke those mirrors.
|Have I got something to show you!|
My most pleasant surprise was to have Meighan share with me her new hobby: collecting lady bugs.
She has a bucket of them and I was pleased to get my camera out to take a picture.
|five lady bugs in a bucket ... well at the very least, five in one corner|
"That is not garbage. Those are things they like. A bottle cap, a smooth field stone, a few feathers, a dried up-peach stone, some grass," she replied.
Later when their friends came to pick them up to walk them to school, I heard her say to one of them, "My mother doesn't let me take the lid off of my lady bugs, but my grandmother does."
Whoops. Is taking the lid off of the lady bug bucket off limits.
I had no idea how important the bucket really is. She took it off to school yesterday morning. It came home with her at night.
I am fast, but I couldn't keep up with her little legs, running ahead of me, gaily swinging the bucket and looking back over her shoulder to see how far behind I was.
The first bell had rung, but when she got there, her friends gathered around her, all of them checking to see how the lady bugs were doing today.
"Don't you know that the teachers hate to have children bringing bugs to school," Wyona asked me when I told her about transporting lady bugs to school.
Well, Wyona is the last person I would suspect who could would bawl me out about a child taking bugs, salamanders or frogs to school.