A long weekend is such a treat! Just to not have to set an alarm for a third day in a row makes it perfection. I bet this is odd for some people to process, those who haven’t set an alarm in months but there are still some of us who Shout from the rooftops (as my friend Trevor puts it) TFGIF!!!! Expletive included for emphasis.
While in the UK in September I purchased a treat to bring home and after having one I decided to keep the other for a special occasion which as it happens turned out to be breakfast on Victoria Day. It’s just a funny supermarket dessert but was nummy and reminded me of the dear Hearndens. I do wonder when we shall ever see each other again what with the new world order.
I spent quite a bit of time Spring cleaning, rearranging my bedroom, etc., almost.. nesting. I even cleaned poor George’s bowl. I am scared I will traumatize him out of this world every time I do it. I do hope he hangs in until tomorrow and then I won’t be afraid to check in on him.
It is tradition in the Rocky Mountains to plant your garden the May Long as one hopes the threat of frost has passed. I knew my friend Maureen had some transplants for me and I had researched the selfwatering system I’d been gifted so masked up and off to the garden centre I went. I dare say Home Depot had this part very well organized. I needed bags of dirt for this system and wanted to grab some foliage while I was at it. I came away with some beautiful vines and hopeful tomato and cuke plants as well as some flowery things and a blueberry bush of all things. Oh and sweet peas. Sweet Peas and gladiolas always remind me of my Nana. Juanita (Houghtaling) Bellavance was a force to be reckoned with and I adored her. She taught me to gamble and smoke and drink and wear dangly earrings and red lipstick. These are all fine qualities in a lady if you ask me. She was gone too soon from a heart that didn’t survive her lifestyle. So I planted sweet peas as well.
While I was out there, with the rain beginning, I heard a truck slow down on the road behind me and heard ‘you weren’t supposed to be outside!’ We had a good laugh as a ‘Cranbrook kindness wine fairy’ was trying to make a surprise drop. She left a beautiful bounty. I had done the same for someone else today and it was double fun as I put Tupperware and treats in the cool box my shoes came in from Carnaby Street when I was in London. My surprised lady posted a thank you picture in the Facebook Group and exclaimed her love for Tupperware and the packaging. I had as much joy from that as I did from getting spoiled.
I made a dinner of wontons in chicken noodle soup (surprisingly good and comforting) and watched Capernaum and then American Factory.
It seems this weekend has been a study in cultures far removed from mine. Armchair travel.
Capernaum was mezmerizing and similar in style to Roma, complete with subtitles. Life in Lebanon from the vantage of a child. What a child!
American Factory was a documentory about Fuyao Glass near Dayton Ohio. The culture clash between the Chinese and American workers was interesting and informative. The filmmakers did a good job of not editorializing. I think they showed the flaws in both styles. ( oh, and there were some subtitles, lol)
I do feel more informed about the world out there. What an incredible gift to have these masterpieces available in my own livingroom. What a glorious time in evolution to be distancing. We have every option at our fingertips, every chance to evolve our world, to adapt, to reset, to fail and to rise again. Yes, I know I am using we in a way that applies to certain socio-economic statuses, not everyone…. I do feel blessed
triumphgal 