Caftan Woman

Caftan Woman

Friday, November 28, 2008

Okay. Let's stop pretending!

The Yanks have had their Thanksgiving. My Bing Crosby and Perry Como Christmas albums have had their first run throughs of the year. The pictures of the kids with Santa are on the bookshelves. The neighbours have had their lights up for a week. I'm going to a Christmas concert this weekend. I'm in a Christmas concert in two weeks. Janet's music school has a concert in one week. Gavin's school as a Holiday Bazaar next week.

Let loose the joy of the season. Let's watch Scrooge and Ralphie and Rudolph. Let's listen to the Firehouse Five Plus Two.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Since I've been away

While the computer was down, there have been a number of firsts. American elected its first President of mixed heritage. It has been eye-opening for this Canadian observer to witness the emotion that swirls around a US election. The president is like a child, carrying into the office all sorts of hopes and worries.

This president is like a special needs child where all of the hopes and the worries are heightened to an almost unbelievable degree. President-elect Obama is a tall man. I hope he is as tall in spirit as he must be to do the job that must be done and to carry all of those hopes and worries.

At the behest of my sister Tracey, and the $3.50 charge, I had my first martini. It wasn't really a martini in the Nick Charles sense. After all, it was named after a candy bar, but seeing as my usual drink is a black russian, it seemed like the way to go.
I also had my first Starbucks Coffee. It was a double tall latte (which is small). I admit to feeling like a jackass ordering the thing, but it was tasty and when in Rome...
My other sister, Maureen, opened my eyes to the marvelous Jacques Tati with a Cinematheque Ontario screening of Mon Oncle. Did you know there was such a thing as low-key slapstick? Delightful humour and an infectious jazzy score have me wanting more. Thanks, Mo.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

I wish I could whistle!

From The Birth of the Blues (1941). Just try and be a gloomy gus after listening to this. Go on. I dast ya'!

Friday, November 21, 2008

Why God gave us teenagers

My thanks to Janet's friend Joe for finally debugging our computer. I am happy to have it back and I am more than a little surprised to find that life went on without it. H'mmm.