brilliant sunshine, cold, temps minus 6
Minus 6!!! And a wind. Ugh. Still, nice to see the sun.
Finally went out today - I realized I hadn't been outside since we arrived, Tuesday. So Michael and I went to Nick's on Greene Ave for breakfast (bacon and eggs and toast). Then home. He read his manuscript all morning, and I wrote. Took a little while to get into it. But once immersed it boomed along. I still fear I'm running in place - but I think that's just my stinking critic. And if I am, I'll fix it in the next draft. Have to keep reminding myself not to worry about those things at this time.
Just write. Whatever I want. Stay loose, leave my heart open for inspiration. Do not be fearful. All things I whisper to myself at this stage.
After we'd finished - about 1pm - Michael and I hopped in a cab and went to the Musee des beaux arts in Montreal to see the latest major show - China's Terracotta Army.
My God, it's magnificent!! All those warriors they found buried. Found them in 1974....and there are clearly many, many more to be excavated. Apparently it wasn't unusual for emperors to be buried with figurines...but those were all tiny. Miniature soldiers etc. This was the first time hundreds and hundreds of figures - larger than life - had been found.
It is breathtaking to actually see them. There were about 10 of them in the show - along with a couple of the terracotta horses and lots of other pieces found at the site. It was fascinating. And all from the very first emperor of China, so that itself was fascinating.
I, of course, finished in about a nano-second and was in the cafe. Actually, that's unfair...with art shows I often whiz through, but this was really more archeology and history - both of which I find riveting, so it took about three nano-seconds.
Michael, being Michael, stopped and read every bit of information available, including, I think, some of the exit signs and schematics of the Museum. And listened to the audio commentary. I honestly turned mine off after a while. I found the tone patronizing and the content oddly dull....for something so exciting. Happily they had a few films to watch, to really situate how extraordinary these terracotta warriors are.
Then back into a cab, to the corner of Greene and Ste Catherine - to pick up dry cleaning, mail a card, and get my hair done. Not on the street corner (though that would explain why I've never enjoyed the experience) but at a salon new to me. I just walked in - having had enough of my wild hair. Somehow (I think it was the very pretty receptionist) Michael ended up in the chair next to me, being shaved.
So now we're home, with our new do's.
Writing tomorrow morning, then back to Sutton. I wonder if I can talk Michael into another pizza tonight....
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Friday, 25 March 2011
Friday, 20 February 2009
The Bells of Heaven
snow, wind, temps minus 7
Just walked over to the guest cottage to open it up and leave the key. Mike and Dom are visiting this weekend. Helps, we find, if the door is unlocked.
We're heading over there tomorrow for dinner...and having breakfast with Joan tomorrow. So great to re-connect with people back home. And to do nothing. Not that Quebec City was totally hectic, but I do love peace and quiet.
Heading in to Montreal Monday - speaking to a book club Monday night, breakfast with Susan Tuesday, and dentist Tuesday mid-morning. But the BIG event is a hair appointment Monday afternoon. Remember when I had it done just before the big book launch and tour in the US? Back in mid-January? Well, it was a disaster. Horrible! And I know about horrible hair cuts. But this is the worst..epic. Norsemen should be telling tragic tales around camp fires about this - except it's too scary. But, it is just possible I brought it on myself (like a few other of my woes). But, really, who could possibly foresee that getting my hair done by Michael's barber in a tiny shop in our little village might be asking for problems? Inconceivable.
Sent off the revision for THE BRUTAL TELLING today. That always feels terrific.
Maggie (the three-legged wonder) is amazing. Playing with Trudy in the snow, chasing balls. She no longer sleeps with us upstairs because they're too steep but we took her bed into the living room and so she's right below us. Pat and Tony brought over a bunch of throw rugs and runners because Maggie feels more secure on a carpet than bare floor, so now all these mis-matched carpets are everywhere. And dog toys. And bones. Cannot possibly be house-proud with animals.
loved the comments from a couple of days ago about no-kill shelters, and volunteering (heroes all!) and the dentist who takes in stray cats... wonderful. There's that terrific Victorian poem it all reminds me of... (writing from memory, so it's no doubt inaccurate)
T'would ring the bells of Heaven,
The wildest peel in years,
If Parson lost his senses,
And people came to theirs,
And he and they together knelt down with fervent prayers,
For tamed and shabby tigers
And dancing dogs and bears,
For blind and maimed pit-ponies
And little hunted hares.
Be well.
Just walked over to the guest cottage to open it up and leave the key. Mike and Dom are visiting this weekend. Helps, we find, if the door is unlocked.
We're heading over there tomorrow for dinner...and having breakfast with Joan tomorrow. So great to re-connect with people back home. And to do nothing. Not that Quebec City was totally hectic, but I do love peace and quiet.
Heading in to Montreal Monday - speaking to a book club Monday night, breakfast with Susan Tuesday, and dentist Tuesday mid-morning. But the BIG event is a hair appointment Monday afternoon. Remember when I had it done just before the big book launch and tour in the US? Back in mid-January? Well, it was a disaster. Horrible! And I know about horrible hair cuts. But this is the worst..epic. Norsemen should be telling tragic tales around camp fires about this - except it's too scary. But, it is just possible I brought it on myself (like a few other of my woes). But, really, who could possibly foresee that getting my hair done by Michael's barber in a tiny shop in our little village might be asking for problems? Inconceivable.
Sent off the revision for THE BRUTAL TELLING today. That always feels terrific.
Maggie (the three-legged wonder) is amazing. Playing with Trudy in the snow, chasing balls. She no longer sleeps with us upstairs because they're too steep but we took her bed into the living room and so she's right below us. Pat and Tony brought over a bunch of throw rugs and runners because Maggie feels more secure on a carpet than bare floor, so now all these mis-matched carpets are everywhere. And dog toys. And bones. Cannot possibly be house-proud with animals.
loved the comments from a couple of days ago about no-kill shelters, and volunteering (heroes all!) and the dentist who takes in stray cats... wonderful. There's that terrific Victorian poem it all reminds me of... (writing from memory, so it's no doubt inaccurate)
T'would ring the bells of Heaven,
The wildest peel in years,
If Parson lost his senses,
And people came to theirs,
And he and they together knelt down with fervent prayers,
For tamed and shabby tigers
And dancing dogs and bears,
For blind and maimed pit-ponies
And little hunted hares.
Be well.
Thursday, 15 January 2009
safe landings
sunny, brilliant day, bitterly cold minus 21
It was minus 32 this morning, according to the car. A neighbor said she'd looked at her outside thermometre and the mercury had disappeared!
But, this is Canada, after all. We went off to Knowlton for breakfast. When we walked into the cafe a wave of steam was produced...the mixing of the bitter cold and the humidity inside. It was almost blinding...but very fun.
Busy day...got the hair cut. It looks pretty good. Not really sure how it'll look when I try to do it - which is to say, shower then let it drip dry. I don't wear make-up, I don't iron clothes and I don't blow dry or dye my hair.
This is my version of growing older gracefully. Or at least growing older obviously. But a relief not to look like a guy after the haircut.
Had the second mammogram...always fun. Then Michael and I headed to Canadian Tire to buy an elliptical trainer. We buy most of our things at Canadian Tire. But don't tell anyone. Honestly, we belong way far away from civilized company.
Got this honking great thing and it now sits in the mudroom. It was the floor model, the only one they had left - so was already assembled. They delivered it right away and it arrived on the open back of a pickup truck looking like a frozen Miss America, waving. Quite regal. Though a little rigid.
Must be off. Salmon for dinner in front of the fire. Did you see the news about the plane that landed in the Hudson? My God, what great news that everyone is safe. Amazing story. Magnificent.
Be well, be safe and warm. Will talk tomorrow.
It was minus 32 this morning, according to the car. A neighbor said she'd looked at her outside thermometre and the mercury had disappeared!
But, this is Canada, after all. We went off to Knowlton for breakfast. When we walked into the cafe a wave of steam was produced...the mixing of the bitter cold and the humidity inside. It was almost blinding...but very fun.
Busy day...got the hair cut. It looks pretty good. Not really sure how it'll look when I try to do it - which is to say, shower then let it drip dry. I don't wear make-up, I don't iron clothes and I don't blow dry or dye my hair.
This is my version of growing older gracefully. Or at least growing older obviously. But a relief not to look like a guy after the haircut.
Had the second mammogram...always fun. Then Michael and I headed to Canadian Tire to buy an elliptical trainer. We buy most of our things at Canadian Tire. But don't tell anyone. Honestly, we belong way far away from civilized company.
Got this honking great thing and it now sits in the mudroom. It was the floor model, the only one they had left - so was already assembled. They delivered it right away and it arrived on the open back of a pickup truck looking like a frozen Miss America, waving. Quite regal. Though a little rigid.
Must be off. Salmon for dinner in front of the fire. Did you see the news about the plane that landed in the Hudson? My God, what great news that everyone is safe. Amazing story. Magnificent.
Be well, be safe and warm. Will talk tomorrow.
Saturday, 8 March 2008
haircuts for the radio
overcast, storm warning, temps minus 3
It took me fifteen years to discover I had no talent for writing, but I couldn't give it up because by that time I had become too famous.
Robert Benchley
Did you know it's Daylight Saving Time? 2am tomorrow, March 9th. We set our clocks forward. This is my public service announcement for the day.
Am in Montreal. Didn't order pizza last night - quote a victory. Instead had pasta primavera and keylime pie. Yay!
Snowed last night, but this morning it's fairly clear. Forecast still calling for 35 cms of snow today. But tomorrow is supposed to be okay.
Had my hair done yesterday - new place. Very scary, escpecially just before the big American tour. Can just see them shaving my head, and me being too stunned or too polite to stop them. Happily people quite expect writers to be a little nuts, so there is leaway for a bad haircut or bad judgement.
Laptop all set up - coffee brewed - bowl of fruit by the computer. It's a writing day. I'm determined to get to the revelation before I heave tomorrow am.
I've asked Michael to do the blogs while I'm away since the scedule is very packed. Added a Vermont NPR radio interview for next week, in anticipation of the South Burlington Library event on the 19th...getting difficult to squeeze the events and interviews in. Good problem to have. When I first toured with STILL LIFE no one wanted to know about me. Things are changing. Probably the haircut.
I'll report in when I can, in the mean time - be well.
It took me fifteen years to discover I had no talent for writing, but I couldn't give it up because by that time I had become too famous.
Robert Benchley
Did you know it's Daylight Saving Time? 2am tomorrow, March 9th. We set our clocks forward. This is my public service announcement for the day.
Am in Montreal. Didn't order pizza last night - quote a victory. Instead had pasta primavera and keylime pie. Yay!
Snowed last night, but this morning it's fairly clear. Forecast still calling for 35 cms of snow today. But tomorrow is supposed to be okay.
Had my hair done yesterday - new place. Very scary, escpecially just before the big American tour. Can just see them shaving my head, and me being too stunned or too polite to stop them. Happily people quite expect writers to be a little nuts, so there is leaway for a bad haircut or bad judgement.
Laptop all set up - coffee brewed - bowl of fruit by the computer. It's a writing day. I'm determined to get to the revelation before I heave tomorrow am.
I've asked Michael to do the blogs while I'm away since the scedule is very packed. Added a Vermont NPR radio interview for next week, in anticipation of the South Burlington Library event on the 19th...getting difficult to squeeze the events and interviews in. Good problem to have. When I first toured with STILL LIFE no one wanted to know about me. Things are changing. Probably the haircut.
I'll report in when I can, in the mean time - be well.
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