Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Which means that in three weeks, it's all going to be over. All the build-up of the last 6 months. It's going to be worse than any post-show letdown, I'm sure! (Fortunately, all those years doing community theatre have taught me many coping skills in that regard. Mostly involving beer, 'tis true, but...so?!)
But in the meantime...there are going to be cyber-friends in Real Life, and so much yarn, and maybe a world record, and banners on the streetlamps, and the rock-stars of the Knitterati, and it is going to be So. Much. FUN!
And I have sooooo much knitting to finish between now and then! I wonder if I could convince work to give me a few more days off.....
Friday, July 17, 2009
In other words, it's one heck of a good time! (Did I mention the singing?)
We started out with some Cabo Wabo on my parents' deck - please note the very classy A&W mini-mug:
(Even better was the swig of Don Julio a friend shared with me, right out of the bottle! How's that for getting in touch with latent redneck tendencies? High-end tequila, no glass required.)
Then, out to the festivities - a friend's property a ways out of town. There was playtime with the kidlets, who were most excited to see Mr.Q. There was running and chasing and tickling, and some scrambling around on old farm equipment:
I'm not actually sure who had more fun with it all, the kids or Mr.Q.
Then, there was playing with the grown-ups: music, and lots of it, well into the night (and a good part of the early morning, as well!) My baby sister & I got together onstage with our pal Beth, in our "Mad Cows" incarnation (I love, love, looove Beth's hat!)
Mr.Q and I did a set, too, but I gots no good pics of that one. There was further quality time with fambly:That there is my baby sister on the left. Can you tell? No family resemblance at all, nosiree. What cracks me up about the pic is that neither of us knew the other was sticking out her tongue. A class act, we are!
After hours of singing, and enjoying a lot of fantastic music well into the wee small hours, I had to crash. Not wanting to haul a lot of camping gear, we went for the minimalist approach:
It was a mite cold when the dew settled...thank FSM I'd packed my Malabrigo toque and some hand-knit socks! But it was delicious, laying in the sleeping bag, listening to the music from the stage bounce off the mountain behind me. Watching shooting stars and satellites.
(Oh! Oh! Oh! And we saw the ISS go over - waaay cool!)
Though the early sunrise was very...bright. And my back is still a bit achey after sleeping on the air mattress. Still, it was worth it. And my very clever and resourceful parents had coffee on first thing in the morning:
(Again, with the high-class setup! Spiked liberally with Baileys, it was nectar of the gods, it was.)
And somewhere between coffee and breakfast and "omgifIdon'tgetoutofthesunI'mgoingtomelt" and really, really wanting a shower, there were a few more tunes:
That's me on the left, in the blue T-shirt, desperately clutching my coffee mug. My sister is sitting on the far right, and between us are 3 very dear friends. Does life get much better than that?
Nope, I don't think so either.
(For the record, the gal with the guitar is the one who started me knitting. It's all her fault. And gosh I love her for it!)
Thursday, July 9, 2009
This was the post I had planned. But then it got high-jacked by Life.
We're cleaning up the place a bit before we leave - for the sake of the cat-sitter, for the landlord who's coming in to do some repairs while we're away, and for me, coz I'm coming back a couple days before Mr.Q. He was rooting around on his side of the bed earlier, looking for some record sleeves, while I was taking the sheets off the bed. (The thought of coming home to clean sheets is almost as exciting as anything we've got planned for the weekend!)
So I'm about to put the clean sheets on, and I'm on his side of the bed, and I notice a slightly-crusty, grass-infused hairball. Two, in fact. Right in front of the bag of record sleeves. I call him into the bedroom. I ask him to help me with the sheet. And I notice that he doesn't bat an eye when he steps over the hairballs. The following conversation ensues:
Me: "How can you be working over there on your side of the bed and not notice the hairballs on the floor?!"
Him: (looking down) "Eeew! Yuck!"
Me: "How did you miss those?"
Him: (looking sheepish) "Actually, I thought they were fish."
Me: "You thought they were fish? On the bedroom floor? And you didn't think to investigate?"
Him: (shrugging, wanders off to put on a Billy Joel record.)
I think Douglas Adams may have written the script to my life.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
So yesterday was Canada Day, and I celebrated it like the patriotic Canuck I am: Sleeping in, French toast with maple syrup for breakfast, and then a play-date in the sunshine. Mr.Q was offered a day of work, so I was flying solo. I decided to take advantage of the day to myself, and the very fine weather, and head to Chinatown. There's a classical Chinese garden down there that I've never been into. The lovely park outside the walls, yes - but not the actual garden itself.
I can't believe I waited so long to go! It's wee. But full of turns and crannies that make it seem a lot bigger than it is. It's a veritable oasis - though it's only 2 blocks from the heart of the Downtown East Side, it feels like it's a world - and centuries - away from the noise and chaos of the city.
I spent a perfect, quiet, ambling hour, poking about the garden, listening to classical Chinese music, drinking green tea while looking at calligraphy scrolls, watching turtles sunbathe among the lotuses...there's definitely something to that Feng Shui stuff...want to see?
After an hour of that kind of scenery, it was quite jarring to turn around and see the city over the walls...
Much nicer to look the other way!
I came home with some sexy-smelling tea that I'm about to brew up just this minute....There will definitely be another visit in the not-too-distant future.