Season in the Sun

 I am a little sad for various reasons right now, but I do want to gratefully acknowledge that we had a fantastic summer. Angus didn't come home because his job at Tread is super busy in the summer, but he did drive to a college friend's place in Canton, which is right over the border an hour from us, so we hopped over the border for lunch and a hug. 

We squished a bunch of people into Mark and Collette's pool for a birthday party.

(brief thunderstorm interlude)

(and back outside)

We squished a similar bunch of people into the screened-in porch at Margot and Michael's cottage. 

Tripletting!

Matthew's new girlfriend finally won a game of cribbage after twenty games, and when I took out my phone she completely understood the assignment. Which is important, because somehow none of our kids have gotten the memo that they should consider us old and uncool, and they keep following us around everywhere. Is it for the free food? Quite possibly.

I've gotten more in touch of my mood cycles during the year, but I think I finally nailed down summer. In July we (Eve and I) are calm and intentional and make many Summer Plans: reading in pretty places, museums, dinners, gardening.

Eve missed Lauren, who lived next to her in their student house, so much that we made her come to Ottawa and sleep in the room next door to Eve.

I have a yearly date with my friend Janis where we go downtown to the market, have lunch and wander around and catch each other up on our families. Janis lives about four streets away, so it is a little bit insane that I only see her once a year, but we never miss that once a year. 

In August, we start off all smug thinking we still have a whole month of summer left, and then descend into panic that we have less than a month of summer left, make hasty plans that sometimes turn out weird, get briefly depressed, then get kind of excited about the fall 

Lucy seeking shade under my reading chair outside.

I got back from moving Eve Tuesday night and worked Wednesday in two very quiet libraries, getting things ready for the onslaught. Matt is in New Mexico and the house was way too quiet. And now it feels weird that it's not even September yet. My inner calendar is drunk. 

Who Lives Who Dies Who Tells Your Story

 The photos from my previous post are:

Eve in grade eight in a fractured fairy tales play at her school. She was the princess from The Frog Prince, and she complained to The Storyteller that her frog was not as wealthy and handsome as promised. Near the end she comes onstage yelling "Storyteller, I need a new frog, this one's broken!" The school kept yards of this tulle stuff, and in many plays the costume was black leggings and a fitted shirt with the different colours of tulle draped on somehow. It was actually pretty cool.

A stage backdrop at Bluesfest. I don't remember for which band.

An exhibit at the Corning Museum of Glass (trees made out of glasses) which we visited when we drove Angus to Elmira for the very first time, almost exactly.... SEVEN years ago, *whimper*. I absolutely loved that museum. We always meant to go back - I think Covid really prevented that as much or more as procrastination and laziness, but who can say really.

A fire whipper arounder guy in Mexico, or maybe Hawaii?

I have changed my blog layout and am accepting opinions. I felt like the other one made sentences too long and it might be annoying to try to read. I've had to stop reading blogs before because they were visually too difficult for me. I love Sarah's layout with the narrower columns, so I was aiming for something kind of like that. Eve doesn't like the grey background. 

Engie asked what all the fuss was about Hamilton. I was not an early adopter. I am sometimes susceptible to a kind of reverse snobbery that is just as bad as the regular kind, where I think that anything too popular is probably not that good. They say things like 'ten million people can't be wrong', but they can, right? They can be SO wrong. 

I randomly started listening to the soundtrack on my break at a school where I don't work any more. The first song I listened to was Helpless. I think the next thing that happened fairly soon after was that I got the flu right before March Break and we were supposed to go visit Matt's mom in Florida at her summer house, but I was too sick so Matt and Eve went and I stayed home and hovered near death without getting out of bed for about seventy-two hours. One of the things that comforted me was listening to the soundtrack on repeat, and by the time I was better I was devoted.

I have heard that people think it's not right to portray George Washington as a remotely good guy because he owned slaves, as did many of the other characters in the play. I can't really refute that. I'm not going looking for more criticism because this is my blog and I don't feel like it. I just think it's an incredibly creative and fun way to set some events from a certain point of history to music (and rap). Someone that I used to be friends with said the fact that it casts POC in traditionally white roles was 'cute, not impactful', which I thought was kind of snotty - I mean, it's a matter of scale, maybe it didn't change the theater world but it was presumably a little impactful (no, I didn't unfriend her because of Hamilton, but it was admittedly a nail in the coffin).

We saw it for the first time last summer - it was supposed to be during one of the Covid years, so we had the tickets for a really long time. It was really fun to see then, but I feel like this production was even better - that might be because of recency bias, but I think a couple of roles were just cast better, and this time I just got the sense that they were having a hell of a lot of fun as well as turning in some amazing performances. Eve and I were talking about how it's difficult with something like this where so many people are so familiar with the original Broadway soundtrack that when you go see it you kind of want it to sound the same, but you accept that each actor probably wants to kind of put their own spin on it. Yesterday King George and Lafayette/Thomas Jefferson did a bang-up job of being faithful to the original while putting their own hilarious spin on things. 

Going to try posting a relevant picture now. 

Whoo hoo! That's from the first time we went, but I posted it on purpose!

Vancouver Aquarium

 Eve and I love aquariums (aquaria?) I think I've loved them longer - she admits that she used to be more of a mammal girl but has really come around to the marine side of thing (or freshwater). We have Ripley's Aquarium in Toronto where we went for the first time when Eve was fourteen. It's all pretty cool, but there's one part where you stand on a conveyor-belt type thing and go beside a giant tank with fish and rays and small sharks, and then under a transparent tunnel where they swim over you, and I always want to just get to the end and walk back to do it all over again.

Matt and I went again a couple of years ago when we were in Toronto for his cousin's wedding, and Eve went with her housemates last study break - they had a great time, except one of them thought she kept having to pee because of all the water but then realized she was developing a UTI. I told Eve they have to do a repeat to overwrite the negative part.

When we were deciding whether to travel to Charlotte and Atlanta in May, and whether Eve would come with us, the fact that there's a giant aquarium in Atlanta was a sizable tipping factor. When we were planning the Vancouver trip it was a foregone conclusion.

Are aquariums ethical? I don't really know. The ones we go to are accredited and seem to do a lot for conservation and rehabilitation - many of the seals at Vancouver were injured in boat incidents so are there for safety. One is blind and the trainer carries a maraca around so the seal knows where to go for the bucket of fish. The Georgia Aquarium has the highest rating under the Animal Welfare Act, but I can't really claim that I know exactly how reputable that is. None of the water tanks look small and none of the marine life looks cramped or unhappy, but that is all I know for sure.

Also, I just fucking love watching sea otters. And I enjoy how many fish share my resting bitch face. And sloths are fucking adorable. And it's always fun taking Eve and Marianna anywhere.

Turtle pic possibly NSFW?

Who's on First

 I've been in a bit of a funk the last few days. Eve is getting ready to move back and we're not sure what her time off will be like, but the master's goes straight through for two years, so she'll be home, but not for two weeks or four months at a time. This is hitting both her and me pretty hard - she said "I might be realizing that if I don't have four months off every years then I can't live that far away permanently." I will always support my kids in their efforts to be independent and do rewarding work, but I kind of hope she does end up a little closer to home.

Moving my parents has hit a snag or two - there aren't many apartments available that meet their specs - so we're all a little anxious and cranky, and even if it was all going smoothly, it's definitely the end of something, and there's a low-level grief happening around that. Then there are smaller annoyances - getting my chronic neck pain to a more manageable level just in time for chronic knee pain to become a thing, my new CPAP mask making my nose bleed every night even though it should be exactly the same as my old mask, just newer. 

It will be okay. I have a friend coming on Tuesday to stay for a few days which will be fun and good for getting me out of my head. Matt and Eve drove to Hamilton last Sunday and did a move-in of all the big stuff - furniture from my parents' house, clearing out the storage locker, IKEA trip - and I'll take her back next week-end to move her clothes and stuff in and finish up making sure she has enough kitchen stuff etc. 

In other fun news, I also got tickets for Eve and I to go and see Hamilton (the musical) this weekend. I knew the touring company was coming back through but I had forgotten until Collette said she was at Hamilton and I was confused thinking she said she was IN Hamilton, and then remembered. I asked Eve yesterday if I should see if there were reasonable tickets and she said she'd love to go, so I called Matt at work to ask if he wanted to come to. I said "Eve and I are going to go to Hamilton on Sunday" and Eve yelled out "CONFUSING" and I realized I had idiotically done the same thing to him that Collette had unintentionally done to me, and hastily clarified. We're driving to Hamilton (the city) next Sunday, so Eve now has "Hamilton" marked on her calendar for three consecutive Sundays for two different causes. 

Oh, in other stupid annoying things, my old Blogger app stopped working, so I updated it and now pictures won't load. I am therefore unable to expose you to a deluge of absolute banger Vancouver Aquarium pictures. I know you're disappointed, so while I troubleshoot the issue I am going to publish posts with random old pictures from my Chromebook. I trust the foregoing photos will now be less perplexing. 

The Beer I Had for Breakfast

 Nicole and I have talked fairly often about how frequently it happens that we are going about our day and suddenly an innocent word or phrase sets off a song in our head. I think we both use songs as post titles, although Nicole does it more often maybe, and they make more sense. Last night I was at a last-minute birthday get-together and there was a last-minute cake, and the last-minute birthday boy was cutting the cake and Collette counted everyone at the table 'one two three four five six seven eight nine' and I was like how am I the only one singing The Ten Duel Commandments?

This reminded me of when I was catching up on blogs after we got home from Vancouver and Nicole's second-to-last post was called Alone Again, Naturally. 

I have a weird hole in my music familiarity, I'm not sure why except maybe that I went to university and lived in residence for two years and then a student house, and I wasn't really engaged in the music coming out during those years - we listened to cassette tapes (The Proclaimers and Jane Siberry, over and over) and weird bands that came to play in Faculty Hollow. I go to Bluesfest sometimes to see some early 90s band thinking maybe I will recognize the music, and I usually do not. 

So there is what I listened to when I started driving around and listening to the radio again, and then there is the deep deep dive stuff, which Alone Again, Naturally prompted, which is my parents' eight tracks in our car and trailer. This was a lot of Gordon Lightfoot, Abba, the Irish Rovers and random country collections (we were eclectic?) I heard Alone Again, Naturally so many times at camp, and also the song Sunday Morning Coming Down, which when I was little was hilarious to me - "Well I woke up Sunday mornin'/ With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt/ And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad/ So I had one more for dessert/ Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes/ And found my cleanest dirty shirt." What a crazy clown this guy was! Beer for breakfast! Cleanest dirty shirt! Then I got older and realized it was about a minimally functional alcoholic questioning all of his life choices, cool, pass the marshmallows.

When we were in Vancouver one of Eve's friend's pseudo-famous friends (I don't really know what this means but I want one) gave them free tickets to a Tate McRae concert - this is someone they don't love as a singer but she's a really good dancer, and they wouldn't have bought tickets, but were happy to go for free (there was some musing over whether she could post pictures on social media while making it clear that the tickets were free. This is a problem that I have never had.) Eve's housemate lives in Vancouver but was still living in Hamilton over the summer, but then Eve found out that she was in town for her driver's test while we were there. She said "I bet she's going to the concert" and she was, but the second night, so we just had dinner with her and Eve's BFF, which was an enjoyable combining of the old and the new.

While the girls were at the concert, Katherine and I went to Theatre Under the Stars in Stanley Park. It was Legally Blonde, and I was a little bit surprised at how much I loved it, and how polished the performances were. It was basically lawn chairs and we had walked a lot during the day, and I was a little worried I would be sleepy and uncomfortable, but I was neither.

Now I'm just saying random music stuff to justify that I felt compelled to write about how I've had dessert beer on my mind for the last few days and it's Nicole's fault. We had a great trip to Vancouver and Matt had fun camping and I am ready to write about that now that I've emptied my head of Johnny Cash being melancholy. Maybe he was out Looking for the Heart of Saturday Night before Sunday Morning Came Down. Maybe he Didn't Like Mondays. I would like to go on record as vowing that I have never had beer for breakfast. I might have had a Harvey Wallbanger once, but that has orange juice.