Tuesday, August 28, 2007
You can see some of the best here.
The photos are really interesting to me, for a lot of reasons. I hadn't seen a lot of them before, or at least I don't remember seeing them. Some bring back memories, sometimes very specific as to time and place, other times just a vague recollection. Others just make me smile or laugh, either because of the goofy outfits (it was the 70s, after all!) or just because they are a snapshot of a beautiful and happy moment in the family history. Others make me teary, as they remind me of those no longer with us. It's been quite a trip, to use the 70s lingo.
And yes, it is true, my life is particularly full of blessings right now. I am most grateful, and trying very hard every day not to take them for granted.
Unfortunately, that makes for some pretty boring blog entries. Just don't have a lot to report, and simply gushing about how wonderful my life is gets pretty tiresome (for readers, at least! :-). We are tightening up arrangements on our new apartment, which is very exciting. We're hoping to have a lease signed by the end of the week just to make it official (and have something in writing!), but unofficially everything is a go. As excited as I am both about the new apartment and about taking this next step with Serdic, I have to admit to feeling slightly overwhelmed by everything that has to be done between now and then. I am not a fan of packing, or cleaning, or hauling heavy things around, and there's going to be a hell of a lot of all three over the next six or so weeks. Sigh. It's a good thing the end result is going to be building a home with my love. I'm trying to focus on that and not the four years' worth of crap I have to clean out of my old apartment.
I've got some fun things to look forward to in the next couple of months besides the move ... a mini getaway with Serdic, a family trip to Pennsylvania, both choirs starting up again, an opportunity to humiliate myself weekly when we take up curling, Thanksgiving (always great family time) and so forth. Yeah, life is good at Casa Singer these days. Soon to be Casa Double S.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
I'm not surprised I'm sick, honestly, given the pace we've been keeping through August. Away every weekend, trying to apartment hunt while we're here, the worry of that (will we be homeless October 2?), my birthday celebrations, and so forth. So I took yesterday and today as sick days and am trying to lay low and sleep it off. So far the cold is winning, but I am continuing to do battle.
We had a great time on Sunday. Faithful readers may remember from a previous post that my dad is a genuine rock star. He and some friends started a band, The Coachmen, in high school back in the 60s (so, you know, they're old now!) and they were incredibly popular, playing all the local dances and, apparently, getting all the chicks. They broke up after high school, as these things go, but about 15 years ago were asked to reunite for a high school reunion. They did and it was a massive success ... nostalgia is a very powerful thing and, hey, these guys can rock! Building on that they played a couple more concerts to raise money for the town, resulting in some improvements to the recreation centre and so forth, and had a street named after them in town for their efforts. Then they packed away their equipment and went on about their lives. A few years ago they were asked to reunite again, this time for the annual summer music festival that our hometown puts on. Again, a huge success. Two years ago they played on the same roster as Great Big Sea (different nights -- although what a double bill that would have been!), and there were nearly as many people out for the Coachmen as there were for GBS. Each time The Coachmen have donated the money they would have been paid for playing to a cause in town, this year it was a music lending library that the Rotary Club is setting up to allow students access to instruments and music if they want to take music lessons but can't afford to buy an instrument.
So that's how you know they're good guys, as well as incredible musicians.
So they get together and they play and they have a blast, and the audience has a blast, and money is raised for a good cause. What could be better?
Oh, I know what could be better. If at the concert they held a 50/50 draw, and my mother sold tickets. And if she refused to tell Serdic where I was when he arrived until he bought ten tickets. And if he then subsequently won the big prize. Which was a substantial amount of money. That was pretty exciting, too.
On another note, although neither of us wants to jinx it until we have something signed, it looks like we may not be homeless on October 2 after all. You all are, of course, invited to the housewarming. ;-)
|What color is your soul painted?|
Your soul is painted the color yellow, which embodies the characteristics of joy, happiness, optimism, idealism, gold, hope, liberalism, sociability, friendship, death, courage, intellect, confidence, communication, travel, movement, attraction, persuasion, and charm. Yellow is the color of the element Air, and symbolizes the sun, grain, and the power of thought.
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Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Friday, August 10, 2007
Scene: Serdic and I are standing outside the Cathedral of the Holy Trinity, the Anglican church in the old part of the city. I am reading from my guidebook about the church.
Me: It says the organ has 3,058 pipes. That's a big organ.
Serdic: Well, then of course we have to go in and see that, and take a picture for your dad. (Note: my father is an organist.)
We go inside the church. The organ is indeed impressive. A lovely gentleman in full 18th century costume comes up and starts talking to us, telling us all about the church. I ask if it's ok for me to take a picture of the organ (some churches won't allow photography inside). He says "of course."
I take my picture and we wander away a little bit. Lovely gentleman follows us. "Now that I've let you take your picture," he says, "you have to guess how many pipes the organ has."
"3,058." I reply promptly. (And a bit, I must admit, smugly.)
I have never seen a person's face fall so quickly. Poor guy.
Serdic and I laughed about it all weekend, though.