Saturday, December 30, 2006

The Postma Edition

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Thursday, December 21, 2006

Stuart Tells a Story

By the time we got to Hamilton Place on Tuesday evening the lobby was deserted, save the few ushers and ticket takers chatting amongst themselves. One young man, looking to be somewhere in the age range of 16-18, scanned our tickets and pointed us to the elevator. At the elevator we were joined by an older man, about 60 years in age, who excitedly asked us if we were headed to the same show as he was - "Stuart McLean!" We confirmed the yes indeed, we were, and that it would be faster to run up the stairs than to wait for the elevator any longer. There were more flights of stairs than we were expecting...
Outside the theatre doors on the first balcony we could hear murmurs of an animated voice punctuated with bursts of laughter. As we crept into the auditorium, the stage below came into view: stage left, decorated with a grand piano, a double bass, snare drum, violin, electric guitar and several microphones; on stage right was a brightly lit Christmas tree, an old Juke Box, a chair, an area rug, and Stuart McLean. At least, I assumed that it was Stuart McLean - I had never seen him before and had no way to recognize him but by his voice and the man speaking into the microphone was using Stuart's voice so I had nothing to conclude but that it was indeed Stuart McLean at the microphone, centre stage. He was in the middle of telling a story about Morley and about how one day while she was out shopping, Morley hit a raccoon in front of an elementary school on a cross walk minutes before the lunch bell was to ring. As Morley knocked on the door of a house across the street and pleaded desperately with the man to let her put a dead raccoon in his garbage can, Brian and I were allowed to be seated. Which turned out to be more of an ordeal than expected. The usher took us to the front row of the balcony and pointed us down the line of people - "you can't see them," she said, "but your seats are just down there." Brian led the way in quietly mumbling apologies and stepping on peoples toes and I followed, clutching my purse tightly, intent on not tripping over random body parts hidden in the darkness only to go toppling over the knee high ledge to the laps the unsuspecting audience below. (Phew. ) By the time we got to our seats, Morley was busy scooping the dead raccoon into her Holt Renfrew shopping back just as the lunch bell rang at the school. It wasn't until a passerby noticed a Holt Renfrew bag on Morley's car and decided to swipe it and the valuables inside that we realized we were two seats away from an aisle on the other side of our section.
Bravo, usher, bravo.
We sat back, relaxed and enjoyed with Morley the sight of the thief entering the same cafe where Morely was enjoying a cup of coffee, the thief slipping her hand into the bag discreetly to find out what kind of spoils she had plundered and smiling as she touched the fur - jackpot! Of course, it was an entirely different story when the thief actually looked into the bag and found herself face to face with a dead raccoon, the little dull beady eyes staring back at her...
The evening showcased various talents - the voice of a Quebecois Toronto resident, the upbeat strains of a Western Swing band - the BeeBop Cowboys, the Canadian folk-sy Legend Murray McLaughlin (I personally had never heard of him before), the "FX" talents of local Ted Dekker, and of course, the spellbinding voice of Mr McLean.
Stuart himself was not what I was expecting. His voice seems very... masculine. It is hard to translate a voice into a picture of a person and I didn't think that I had been able to do that, listening to Stuart on the radio, create a physical person in my mind. I must have, however, because when I saw a man on stage dressed very much like a tall Mr Rogers, moving his hands, arms, legs around in a... how shall I say this... loose manner, I was very surprised. And when I say "loose" I'm not referring to the 'promiscuous' connotations that the word can have. It's difficult to explain... His motions were unconstrained, fluid. In the end, I found it much less distracting to close my eyes and listen to him when he was reading.
It's amazing how much of a connection he makes with the audience when he is on stage - just as we opened the doors to the auditorium when we arrived, he had said something which made the audience chuckle and then outright laugh - he stopped his story and said, "I've been on the road a lot this year. I've toured all over the world reading about Dave and Morley - Scotland, Ireland, England, Alaska - and not once - not once has anyone caught what you just did right now. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I'm so glad to be back here in Hamilton!" A bit later on when a lady in the front row was laughing particularly hard at something Stuart again stopped, looked at her and said, "I'm glad you get it. I'm glad you think it's funny. Are you going to be ok?" At one point he invited a 14 year old girl up on stage to help him deliver prizes to the audience - and then conceded and let a 14 year old boy up on stage as well - and after a third 14 year old stood in front of the stage for several minutes ("What are you doing up here? I said I needed one kid - now I have two - does it look like I need three up here? Go sit down! What are you still doing up here? Go sit! Sit!") Stuart let him up as well. He was in conversation with the audience - the houselights came on and he chatted with the audience. He made fun of people in the audience, they yelled back at him.
If you, like me, have little to do this friday night at 7:30, turn on CBC television to watch Stuart's Christmas Program (filmed in Belleville at the Empire Theatre).

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Anton Sighting!

I spent my lunchtime today browsing blogs, getting caught up on the lives of friends and such, and I followed a link on Anton and Jackie's blog to Anton's choir. Curious about what kind of music they produce, I clicked on this link which brought me to a video of Anton! Well, ok, a video of his choir and he made a cameo appearance... Way to go Anton! It's fun to still be able to see you a few provinces over...

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Really Really Ridiculously Goodlooking

I can read your thoughts: "Look at that red hair!"

Guy Smilie

Evan learns to play the piano...

Halloween in Orono!

Halloween in Stratford!

My darlingest Niece

Sunday, December 17, 2006

How a Rolling Pin and a Rubber Spatula Changed My Life

On my recent travels in the fall I found myself in the town of Cobourg, ON, for two days. On my first morning, I arrived at the first school at which I was to do a presentation for Redeemer. Guidance Counsellor: "Oh was that supposed to be today? We actually cancelled it last week because no one had signed up."

Great. Thanks for calling me a telling me not to bother showing up at 8:30am.

As it was, I had several hours to kill until my next school visit. As was my custom, I followed my directions from the first school to the second and then proceeded to explore the neighbourhoods. I found a fabulous walking path by the water, scouted out a place to eat lunch and then noticed a Liquidation World. Time was approaching for my second visit of the day, so I headed back to the school and waited 20 minutes for nobody to show up. So I went back to Liquidation World. My Liquidation World shopping habbits might seem a little strange to watch - I wander up and down, up and down, and up and down the aisles, picking up stationary, movies or kitchenware and carrying the items until I think better of it, realize that this isn't that fabulous of a price or think, "I don't actually need this", and then put them down again. Lather, rinse, repeat. And then I saw it - a rolling pin. I haven't had a rolling pin since I lived at home with my mom - and in the mean time, I've used tools from beer or wine bottles to cups, plum sauce and mustard. Only $2.99! I picked it up, carried it around with me for a while, picked up a bag of chocolates, put the chocolates down, walked around, picked up the bag of chocolates again and checked out.

This weekend was our Christmas Party. Three weeks ago we had our Housewarming Party. If you know me, you'll probably know that I love to bake for people - I don't get very inspired baking for myself, but if it's for other people I love it. As you can imagine, I did an awful lot of baking over this period of time and utilising my rolling pin - my teflon rolling pin - was the highlight of the baking!

The lowlight, of course, being my lack of Rubber Spatulas. A rubber spatula has never been something I think to get when I go out shopping, but we did register for some good ones - though never got them. And it's a little hard to spend wedding money on...spatulas. Two weeks ago on the weekend of Mary's wedding I spent some time at De's house with the girls - I was lamenting my lack of rubber spatulas to De and she pulled out a bright pink one and said, "Here Jenny, here's your Christmas Present!" Aww. That made me very happy, to be the owner of a rubber spatula - a hot pink rubber spatula. It made me so happy I forgot to take it with me when we left. No matter, Brian went to De's place in between the wedding and the reception and she gifted it to him! He was pleased and proud that he could bring home a spatula for me, something that he knows that I've been missing. And he left it at De's place, too.

My baking, therefore, consisted of using a lot of spoons to try and scrape the chocolate out of pans, to spread icing on cakes, to clean cookie dough out of the bowl, to spread the top layer on chewie chocolate squares. Spoons, forks and knives all do a very poor job when presented with these tasks. And I washed a lot of utensils. I still don't have a spatula. But given how happy a rolling pin has made me, I can only dream of the day when I'll be able to bake wtih a rubber spatula.

Thursday, December 14, 2006

You've Probably Noticed a Change

I thought, since I'm finishing up on my 3rd year of being in the blogging world, my world needs to be redecorated. And so it has! I've lost a few things along the way, such as my visitor counter, but I think that life can go on without tracking that. I wasn't going to make any changes to the blog - in fact, I wasn't going to publish very often until Brian and I merge blogs, but I can't see that happening any time in the near future. So now that I have resigned myself to that fact, I shall do my best to post a little more regularly.

Has anyone noticed that it's almost Christmas? I'd recommend heading out to the John Liang Singer's Christmas Concert this coming Saturday night.... Call Brian for tickets.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Happy 27th Birthday!

The Birthday Boy you're looking for is modeling a pair of early 90's sunglasses...

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

I have a wonderful husband

Look at what he did for me!

(yes, there are three Christmas trees in our bedroom...)