Tall Tales

So....this happened. I directed a one act play. It was called Tall Tales by Robert Shennkan from the Kentucky Cycle. It was an experience I almost can't put into words. Well..almost. It all started when I got this email from The Powerhouse Theatre inviting members to attend a director's workshop. They wanted to have three new directors and three one act plays for a showcase, only one of the directors dropped out. So...they asked me. I had only done one other production with them (you may remember I waxed rhapsodic about Grease) and nothing really since I sulked through Mrs. Salter's Drama class in Grade 12 when she made us do Same Time Next Year. The process of putting a show together in 19 days from auditions to the family performance was daunting and proved to be an emotional rollercoaster. Fortunately for me, I was surrounded by an incredible cast who believed in the play and did their best to make it an authentic piece to the highest quality possible. Without the dedication of these actors, there is no way the show could have been as amazing as it was. The good times, jokes and friendships made were a priceless bonus to the entire artistic process. What an amazing thing to be in a room with so many like minded people who see your vision and want to help you manifest it! I also had an incredible stage manager, Raven, who put up with my drama, barking orders and worked tirelessly to make sure I was getting what I needed. I was also backed by the mentor directors of the Powerhouse and some of the longtime members who squeezed in time to help with costumes, props and set decor. The other two directors, Jessika and Bob, I hardly saw, but their plays were amazing as well, Tunafish Eulogy and Ledge Ledger and the Ledgend, respectively. I doubt this will be my last theatre experience, hopefully I won't let four years go by before the next adventure!

Chamomile tea and a book...

...are my two creature comforts right now. Life is so. freakin'. busy. sometimes. I need to slooowww down a bit. Winter is zipping by and work is keeping me busy and happy. I am content to enjoy a quiet moment while the dinner is in the oven and just...be. Not in the future, not in the past, just here. Now. I can be in my head too much, over thinking things, getting myself in trouble. No need for it. Enjoy the silence. this moment will not come again.

Fall is my favourite season.

Yes, I ignore this blog and use it only sporadically for my own whims. So be it.

I had a very busy summer with working full time and squeezing in camping trips and beach days where we could where we could. We also made it to the island for my niece's grad.

I finished my first year of guitar lessons and I have to say I improved quite a bit. I go back next week after a summer of less than disciplined practicing. I am still learning every day though and that is a plus. School is started and I am in regular work for the next couple months. It should slow down around Christmas, but that is fine for me, I like being home in the winter. I will have more time to practice my guitar.

We just had Smokefest again. It was so nice to see some of my family. I had so much fun singing and playing music. There was also a performer this year which was a very nice addition to the party.

Here are a couple of gems:

Don air drying the fish before smoking it.

Jake holding her niece, Willow, 6 weeks.

Jerry and Howie at work.

Ed the performer. Last name has too many letters. An amazing musician.

The weather is rainy and we are headed for one last trip to a cabin on the lake before we settle into work routines. All of our extra activities are starting up again, so I expect to be on the run for a bit. I won't even pretend that blog updates will be regular. Just take what you get.

Catch you on the flip side.

 Bean.

Mother's day and 12 free minutes.

I have 12 free minutes! So I thought I'd write a blog post while my laundry is washing. I have my timer set and the machine is going, so let's see what we can accomplish. I seem to work best with a deadline. Hmm, where to begin...Mother's day was fabulous! When you are asked first thing in the morning whether you would like to start the day with presents or wait until after your coffee, you know it's going to be a good day. I was proudly presented with a paper flower with folded petals, which, when placed carefully on the surface of a pan of water unfolded, petal by petal, to tell me how wonderful I am, in both French and English! My heart melted. Then, I received a wonderful hand painted frame with a family drawing, which I promptly displayed in a place of honour. I also received a plant, which is either rosemary or lavender, he forgets. Either way, very sweet and it tells me I am doing something right with this boy; He is generous, kind and loving That, by far, is the best gift a mother could ask for. we spent the rest of the day doing what I wanted to do, which was to buy a long awaited bedframe, shop for summer clothes and use my Groupon for H2O in Kelowna. We topped off the day with pizza at BP. I couldn't ask for more! Of course, my husband has a huge role to play in spoiling me on Mother's Day. It is his reasoning that since my birthday is so close to Christmas, I need another day is that is just all about me. I won't argue with that! Well, my 12 minutes are at an end. Until next time, my faithful readers!

Happy Spring! WOW! 225 posts!

I like to celebrate these little milestones because it reminds me not to give up writing this blog. back when I started I had delusions of grandeur, thinking my frugal and homemade ideas would revolutionize the blogosphere and that no one could repaint a thrifted patio table from freecycle like I could. Nowadays, I'm a little more realistic about the scope of these types of blogs, but rather than give up entirely, I decided to keep my trusty blog and use it for my own personal enjoyment. Who says you have to be famous to write a blog? Not me, that's for sure.So, rather than my usual black and white, all or nothing attitude, I decided to give myself a break and just write this blog for fun. Is this a sign of maturity? Or am I admitting my limitations? Who knows, but it applies to many areas of my life. I recently started guitar lessons because I have always wanted to learn and as a child we did not have money for such extras. Now that I am an adult, I do find the discipline required for practice a constant challenge. When I was a kid, I did not have to worry about making dinner, working, doing the laundry and not being able to play after 8 p.m because people

are sleeping. When I do practice, which is most, but not all days, I feel as though I should be further ahead than I am and should be able to play better. Then I remind myself that last September, I could hardly play two chords together and now, I have a repertoire of easy songs that I can play adequately. This is progress! No, I am not a professional musician playing in front of adoring crowds, flawlessly executing every note on time, but I enjoy myself when I play guitar and that is reason enough to keep on doing it. Therefore, in the spirit of doing things for the sake of enjoyment I will add some photos from Easter weekend to add a little colour to this post. Happy Spring!

I heart Groupon (and family fun)

Seby and Simon fishing 2008

No, they didn't pay me to say that, but it's true. Once in a while I will purchase a Groupon and then we treat ourselves with deals. One time I got a luxurious pedicure! Something I wouldn't regularly do, but since I had the discount, I thought why not? It made for a fun day on the weekend for the family. I had two Groupons that I wanted to use, one for Lazer tag and one for the aquatic center, H2O. We thought, why not make the day of it and have some discounted family fun? I woke up congested and wasn't sure I was up to all this fun, but once I got rolling and had some IHOP pancakes in my belly, I was good to go. We hit the Lazer tag and learned about the vests and guns. We laughed at our glowing teeth and phosphorescent lint on our hoodies. Our opponents were two other school age boys who, as siblings, decided to team up against us, even though it was supposed to be every man for himself. They put the lazer hurt on us for the first 17 minute game ( much of which I could be found panting in a dark corner, trying to hide my glowing teeth and other vulnerable targets). By the second game, we wised up and, though the Terminators united, I am proud to say, we lazered the heck out of them. Take that, school age kids! Then, a strange thing happened; I ignored the team thing and became Renegade Mom, mercilessly lazering my hubby and son and those other two at every opportunity. Must have been the Buckley's cough syrup or something. We passed the afternoon swimming, hot tubbing and water sliding, followed by an early dinner at the Old Spaghetti Factory. What a great family day!

A couple more...

I decided not to take this coral home, and took a photo instead. So beautiful and just laying everywhere!

This lady (whom I did not know) kept the birds hovering while she fed them, looked so cool!

This trip was inspired by our beloved sister Cynt, who left us two years ago today. We brought you with us when we went to Mexico, we love you and think of you often. We always remember your funny stories and it was so fun retracing your steps. I felt you with us, along for the journey .