Monday, March 30, 2009

Bunday Monday

just to let you know, the rabbits are alive... and chewing. and fine.


Thursday, March 26, 2009

wormie

so, I'm still planning on going ahead and sharing a booth at the farmer's market this summer- worms and slippers... and maybe purses.. we'll see how those go.
but today I heard that they're thinking of moving the market out of down town and planting it in the parking lot at the mall.

soooo no one can walk there

and it's stupid for so many reasons

so maybe I won't have a booth there....

maybe I'll end up in the Port instead- cause if I have to drive, I might as well go somewhere nice.

also.... the worms.
I need to tend to them better. I found a bin that I haven't fed in well over a month.. maybe two.
such little tiny worms.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

count down

if I get off the computer, I'll have just 3 sleeps left at the night job till I start my LOA.
And just two day shifts there too. (because the night job is a night AND day job)

I took my last night off as a vacation day....

guess who's going to the UkeJam?????

here and now

in an effort to be more present... and to get more done,
I've turned off my computer at home by 5:30
two nights in a row
which is good
and I feel like I've had conversations
and made things
and been places
and felt things

but no one turns off the computer before I get to work at night.

Monday, March 23, 2009

funny little spot (OR) gotta love the mirror ball

There's a lot going down at GTI lately. and it's so frustrating. 
Yesterday I had some girlfriends over, and I kept saying about random things "I just love this" or "this brings me joy". One of them, not knowing what's going on in the rest of life said to me... "man, we need to find you something that doesn't make you happy... there are too many things that you're listing". And it's true. most of them were the most random of things or events that I was talking about.. but when you're seeing terrible things, experiencing even a taste of the injustice that our friends at GTI are experiencing on a daily basis... you need to find joy in everything else.
One of our team members always says it's no wonder our friends drink the way they do... it's the only escape they can find. 

Anyway, that's not the point of what I was going to write.... 

The other night as an escape, I headed to the land of milk and honey with a friend. 
substitute "milk and honey" with "chocolate, cheese and baked goods" and you'll find Campbellford. mmmm. yummy.

But, that's not why we went. No Sir-ee Bob, we went to go see lovely Catherine (and Steven Fearing). 
At the Legion.
no jokes.

Mirror ball and beer. Ladies Auxiliary and rows of spider plant topiary. Hanging from the window for a cigarette. Tables set up for a bingo. Dance floor down the centre. Table one, please stop talking, I'm trying to do a concert here. Tables that fall over and eyes open as wide as they can for a camera. Day glow bracelets half an hour after you've arrived and found your seat... and wood panelling. 
don't forget the wood panelling.

The perfect way to forget trouble, wrap yourself in a moment so far removed and just be there for a bit.


Saturday, March 21, 2009

when I'm bored

Now that my voice is nearly back to normal, I can go back to doing the stupid things I like to do.

like stand in the galley kitchen (we've got this little hallway in our kitchen), with the computer speakers on full, open the cupboard doors and make a little tunnel of perfect sound resonation

yes, I'm singing to the canned goods.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

who's speaking?

my voice is on the cusp of raspy.
the verge of manly.
the edge of squeaky.

and apparently... that's a sexy sound. I was told today that I could likely be making some money in the phone business if I'd like... Yesterday I was told to use my powers for good, not evil. 

I just asked where I should be going to impress...
(no really.. where does one go to use their super powers?)

Thursday, March 12, 2009

eeeeeeew. oh

so.
apparently, it's not so pretty trying to burrito wrap an 18lbs bunny in order to trim his toenails.

I don't recommend it.


Wednesday, March 11, 2009

pretty and smart

A friend shared this with me a few years ago.
then she shared it again.
and I needed it.
and probably you do to.

"Our deepest fear is NOT that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are the child of the creator.
Your playing small doesn't serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We are born to make manifest the glory of the creator that is within us.
It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone, and as we let our own light shine, we consciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

ART art

um... so the craziest thing just happened.

I'm sick enough that I recognize that it would be stupid to go to a concert tonight, even though I really really WANT to go.

I think I've written about this lovely spoken word artist from out East, Tanya Davis (friend of sweet Catherine) that I really enjoy... the one that sings "Art"... 

actually, awhile back I wrote about both of them.. about a session on "sad songs" on Vinyl Cafe (Cbc Radio) and about how it messed me up pretty good...  shoot, I wish I could get that "search this site" widget to work on here again....

anyway. the song that messed me up so well was "Art"- go have another listen to it. Really listen to it. And think about the things that you do well... and about whether you can be brave and let them go... to be heard/seen/judged/loved/hated/grow.... (just click on it!)

sigh.

back to my story....

tonight she's in Ptbo, not too far from here, and is doing a little house concert at Raven's house. (Dear Raven, I hope you like your blog name. I like to keep people guessing. and protect identities. HA) But... I've pulled a muscle in my chest from coughing... so I'm back to being sick when I cough from the effort of coughing. SO I made the difficult decision to stay at home. 

I got a message on the computer that said "I'm going to call you. answer the phone. you don't have to talk" from Raven, and when the phone rang, I picked it up and squeaked into it a little. And then....
she said...
I hope you can hear this
can you hear that?

(I hear the first bar of "Art")
and I squeak loudly "that's art! that's art!"

and I get a private phone concert from the lovely Tanya Davis. 
and I smile and cry and squeak and cough and wince all in that order, and then all at once a few times.
because I have lovely, thoughtful, creative, beautiful, talented friends.

Monday, March 09, 2009

1223 (because I keep track)

No voice still today.
Phone talking is um... well, doesn't work.

I've got it bad. The post-production blues.

I miss my tribe. 

It's just like let down after the festival... but it's a lot stronger. I'm thankful that I've had the festival experience behind me- I'm a little better prepared  than some others new to the Players. (the show was put on by 'Umberland Players... I don't know that I ever mentioned that...)
So I'm coping ok... I just don't WANT to cope. I want my tribe.

This morning I woke up (mind you, I slept through my alarm) and for a second breathed a sigh of relief that it was monday... because "if it's Monday, that means Wednesday reHAIRsal is only two days away...... heeeeeyyyyy... wait a second. CRAP".

Milk (the movie) and cookies night with some of the cast on Friday... I'm pretty excited.

Sunday, March 08, 2009

Hairy.


I don't know if you facebook... but if you want to see some of the photos from the play, you can catch them here....


but, since I know you
 can't all do that....




Photo Credits!!! The Handsome Gerry, and Dancing Alina.. 

flung

It feels like spring.
I know it's just a tease, it's still pre-Marchbreak.. the magical moment in the month that can have you one moment in shorts and swimsuit, catching the first heat- laying out on the back deck, or skipping rope in hand.... and the next shoveling on the hour, trying to keep up with the drifts plotting to hold you captive.

But for today.
I've got the front door, the back door, and all the windows that work... open. wide.

and I'm sitting listening so some of my favourite quiets. after an hour of dancing in the galley. I've justified my facebook time. (again) by leaving the computer on the counter in the galley leading to the kitchen. so I stand. and dance. and type. and when I have voice... sing.

I had to leave the cast party early(ish) (does 6am mean early... or late?) to get some stronger drugs... I've been taking such good care of my throat for the past few days- and after the final show.... I just .... stopped. 5 hours later and I felt like I couldn't even swallow. breathing was becoming a problem. Nothing a few Advil (thanks Grey) some gargling with salt/tylenol, and some cough meds couldn't fix.

Much better now. I sound like a man. But... no pain.

I should be all better by Tuesday.

I have so much to work thru from the play still.. I don't know what I can share yet.

Saturday, March 07, 2009

wishy wishy wish

and this is where I'd like to be the moment the play ends.


Hi Dad! Hi Gale!


(can you believe they get to look at this view all day??? more florida pictures to follow)

take 6

we only have two shows left.
I'm holding it together so far.


Tonight, though rough in a number of ways (still some pretty sick peoples) it was probably one of our best, if not our best show. Maybe it was the audience. They were so into it. Laughing, clapping, singing... so great to have the feedback.

I love those little flowerpots.

Friday, March 06, 2009

wash rinse repeat

so, after last Sunday, I lost my voice. It's only the second time IN MY LIFE it's happened. The first time.. just a month ago. 

I always get sick when I'm too wrapped up in something.  So, the constant late night reHAIRsals, combined with getting over some illness, combined with the smoke onstage... = me in pain. 
Dr.NoGood says it's laryngitis. 
I broke down and saw him on Wednesday- he didn't help much- other than to say "well, I guess you won't be singing". And, after some serious prompting, he gave me a high powered cough suppressant- I'd been coughing so hard I was throwing up, or unable to breathe back in.. very scary.

SO, here's what the past two days have looked like (well, other than a brief visit to work)

gargle with warm water, salt, and a crushed aspirin
drink a cup of "throat ease" tea
drink two cups of hot water with lemon and honey... and whisky
sip some cough meds (depending on what I need to do- high octane Narcotic or over the counter if I need to go anywhere)
take an Advil
oil of oregano drops
take slippery elm capsules.

repeat every 3-5 hours.
oh.... and no talking.

that's the part that's killing me.

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

stolen from Amanda Putz

Don't get me wrong, there are many artists I adore for their infectious beats or snappy choruses... but the list of those whose naked words you can stare at in print and feel their potency even more than when they're shrouded in melody, well, it's sufficiently smaller. In a poll of my one music-colleague here we decided among Canadians still writing now Sarah McLachlanJustin Rutledge, John K. Samson, or Gord Downie might be able to sit beside ol' L.C.  

( I think I agree with the list..... AND, I do have tickets for ol'L.C.  yet another thing to cross off the life list!)

www.radio3/cbc.ca

Sunday, March 01, 2009

odd ear

so, My eyes are broken from the lights and the smoke... and if I go to bed right now, I'll be awake at 4am.
instead, I'm listening to "free to be you and me" on youtube. well, the video is playing, but my eyes can't take too much, I'm typing with my eyes closed too.

the video I've never seen before, so the parts I'm watching are pretty new to me..  I grew up with the record and didn't even know there was a film version of it till a few weeks ago.

Here's the crazy thing.
the music.
of course, I remember all the words to the stories and songs... but the entire album is a third lower than I remember.

I wonder why.