Not quite art on a Sunday
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stephbgLast night Husband played a big band gig at The Charles Hotel, but couldn't bring all his gear home at once. So today he had to come back to collect the big bass speaker. I asked to tag along for the ride so we could have some time together, for he will be working tomorrow and needed a quite day today. No art or whales today.
At The Charles I even got to be a little roadie-ish. Well, cul-de-sac-ish at best: I opened a door and returned a trolley, but the backstage smell really brought back memories. Beer-soaked carpet, burnt electricals, the damp sweaty stench of fear, the poignant pungency of gaffer tape. Ah... memories *cough* *COUGH* *COUGH*
OK, that's enough of that. Oh god the smell...
Since we were out in cafe country we decided to catch a coffee and headed for Tarts on Lake Street. With luck we could double back to the gallery where we first saw the glass sculptures. Tarts was overflowing, so we wandered a few streets away until we found The Green Witch (?), the something Witch. I nabbed the remaining outdoor table and sent Husband in for our usual tipple. This was a slight error for reviewing purposes, because I didn't get to see the interior. The coffee was weak, but the conversation engaging. *hearts Husband*
The glass gallery remained shut but looked to be turning over a new exhibit.
On the way home we took the scenic routes around Hyde Park, Lake Monger, and Herdsman's Lake. I suddenly realised that this was a opportunity to see the Settler's Cottage, a historical landmark within cooee of the family home and which I'd managed to overlook for all of my near 39 years. We pulled in, and were brought up short by a locked gate. Oh well, some other time perhaps.
Then home and to battle the weeds. I pulled a lot of weeds today, but as some of them were thorny and scratchy, and were being rescued from the fond embrace of scratchy and spikey hosts, I've taken a bit of damage to the forearms. I have a splinter under my thumbnail that I hope will not cause fuss. Plenty more to go, and I haven't begun the back yard yet. These initial weeding efforts are all about impressing the neighbours and/or assuring them that we're still alive. Lots of neighbourly waves and greetings today, which was very nice. We've been here exactly 6 years.
The garden now looks much worse. Or better, if you like recreating the battles of the Somme. Anyway, progress feels good. It seems silly to clean the inside of the house when the sun is shining and there's so much to do outside. And the risk is high that I'll just track dirt into the nice clean house.
A bit of sad news to end the day: Husband's Auntie Biddie passed away today from pneumonia. It was a peaceful going, as she'd had a stroke and had gradually lost her faculties and freedom over the last couple of years. But it does leave my FIL as the last surviving sibling of his family.
At The Charles I even got to be a little roadie-ish. Well, cul-de-sac-ish at best: I opened a door and returned a trolley, but the backstage smell really brought back memories. Beer-soaked carpet, burnt electricals, the damp sweaty stench of fear, the poignant pungency of gaffer tape. Ah... memories *cough* *COUGH* *COUGH*
OK, that's enough of that. Oh god the smell...
Since we were out in cafe country we decided to catch a coffee and headed for Tarts on Lake Street. With luck we could double back to the gallery where we first saw the glass sculptures. Tarts was overflowing, so we wandered a few streets away until we found The Green Witch (?), the something Witch. I nabbed the remaining outdoor table and sent Husband in for our usual tipple. This was a slight error for reviewing purposes, because I didn't get to see the interior. The coffee was weak, but the conversation engaging. *hearts Husband*
The glass gallery remained shut but looked to be turning over a new exhibit.
On the way home we took the scenic routes around Hyde Park, Lake Monger, and Herdsman's Lake. I suddenly realised that this was a opportunity to see the Settler's Cottage, a historical landmark within cooee of the family home and which I'd managed to overlook for all of my near 39 years. We pulled in, and were brought up short by a locked gate. Oh well, some other time perhaps.
Then home and to battle the weeds. I pulled a lot of weeds today, but as some of them were thorny and scratchy, and were being rescued from the fond embrace of scratchy and spikey hosts, I've taken a bit of damage to the forearms. I have a splinter under my thumbnail that I hope will not cause fuss. Plenty more to go, and I haven't begun the back yard yet. These initial weeding efforts are all about impressing the neighbours and/or assuring them that we're still alive. Lots of neighbourly waves and greetings today, which was very nice. We've been here exactly 6 years.
The garden now looks much worse. Or better, if you like recreating the battles of the Somme. Anyway, progress feels good. It seems silly to clean the inside of the house when the sun is shining and there's so much to do outside. And the risk is high that I'll just track dirt into the nice clean house.
A bit of sad news to end the day: Husband's Auntie Biddie passed away today from pneumonia. It was a peaceful going, as she'd had a stroke and had gradually lost her faculties and freedom over the last couple of years. But it does leave my FIL as the last surviving sibling of his family.
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