a beautiful mess

With all this moving brewhaha, Kevin and I didn’t even go out for dinner on our anniversary back in May. Looking forward to heading down to celebrate in San Diego this weekend.

Funny, it’s almost like we’re back where we started. A new beginning.

We met officially at college in Pasadena, just a few minutes up the road from here on the 210. I say, “officially,” because during our first date, we were looking at some of my photos and discovered we had attended the same month-long youth Summer Educational Program near Orr, Minnesota, during July 1980. I had a pic of him sitting with the other campers on the rocky lakeside area watching the waterskiing showcase at the end of camp. As we each talked about our memories from that summer, we figured out that his dorm had attended a Bible Study hosted by my dorm, probably were even partners in basic ballroom dance class in the Bugaboo (the staff’s hangout).

So, when my friend, Sheri, and I came in a wee bit late for brunch one Saturday morning during the start of our sophomore year to find the only two vacant seats were across from two guys by the names of Mike and Kevin, the kind eyes of the taller fellow were unaccountably familiar. Where in the world could I have possibly known him from? He was from the States, had been at the Ambassador College campus in Big Sandy, Texas, the previous year.

Puzzling over that question on my way back from brunch turned into a conversation, turned into a date, turned into a friendship, turned into love, turned into a walk down the aisle in front of Ambassador Hall 31 years ago to Pachelbel’s Canon in D recorded by the Canadian Brass.

Happy anniversary, Sweetheart.

Jason Mraz – A Beautiful Mess (Live at the Nobel Peace Prize concert)

I still love the sound of the rain

Today was so reminiscent of a day I enjoyed a few years ago that I thought I might as well re-post what I wrote that day and just add a photo from this morning . . .

"flowing pathway" by sld

It’s raining and I just came back from a lovely walk. Very little wind to make the drops angle or to challenge my umbrella. I love the sound of the rain on the sand. How to describe it . . .  a sparkling shushing. More of a sensation than a sound.

The narrow beach path now a stream, miniature torrents and rapids, waterfalls and pools. The wonderful fragrance of wet green things, of fireplaces lit to warm and cheer. The calming quietness that gentle showers gift us. Something to be out in. Something to be part of.

(circa 2012)



it’s a beautiful day

a beautiful day 011516 by sld

I was able to walk down to the edge of the estuary this morning, taking my favourite path towards the shore, and enjoy lingering beside the bay for at least a little while before returning home. I haven’t been able to walk even that far since around the end of October. I’ve been missing this lovely place.

It’s a beautiful day – in more ways than one. :o)

under the influence

. . . of memories

Paul McCartney – Listen To What The Man Said (live ‘1987)

Writing as I sit on the window seat in an alcove upstairs at the Hairon Salon, waiting for my son to have his hair cut, I can see the bay, half-tide. Sparrow song outside mixes with Hosier’s Take Me to Church playing over the speakers. Heavy on the bass.

Thoughts turn to yesterday.

Shortly after my son’s camera arrived in the afternoon (he really liked working with my Nikon D3100 at Manito Park on our way back from Calgary, so I kitted him up with one, along with a couple of basic lenses), we popped over to Rite Aid to pick up a memory card for it. Standing beside the display of secured camera dodads was a rack of bargain movies.


Right in front, perfect line of vision. I picked it up, held it for a few moments, put it back.

We waited for one of the sales associates to be free, finish serving the semi-long line of shoppers ready to pay.

I picked it up again.

One memory led to another. A thought crossed my mind. I’ve been in that store countless times, but it never occurred to me to check before. “I wonder if they carry Ciara.” A scent from my youth. The first cologne I bought for myself. All prior had been gifts from Grandma Jameson. Avon.

On the shelf, a familiar yellow box, foil-stamped images of archers, two others I’ve never been able to figure out.

“Stay here to wait. I’m going over there for a moment.”

It may not be considered a sophisticated perfume. Certainly not of the expensive variety. An official descriptor goes like this: “Ciara was presented in 1973, in a gleeful and merry breeze of bergamot, lemon and neroli at the beginning. Floral wave of jasmine, iris, palisander and ylang-ylang form the heart, while base notes include incense, myrrh, raspberry, sandalwood, patchouli, cedar, leather, musk, opoponax and vanilla.” *

It speaks to me of dance, of energy, adventure, friends, good memories, Canada.

One whiff of it, I’m backstage, the air filled with a heady mixture of cologne, makeup, hairspray. Well-dressed moms, costumed daughters, sons. It didn’t matter whether it was behind the curtains on the stage at Lord Beaverbrook High School for the McDonald Wilson Dance Academy’s annual showcase (one performance Saturday, two on Sunday), or with my class from Allan Cozzubo Academy of Dancing in Edmonton at the Jubilee Auditorium for a competition between all the studios in Alberta  (we placed third in the large group category. good times), the aroma always seemed the same.

One particular event — “Dancers Delight” at Lord Beaverbrook — is still very clear. We got to watch the show when we didn’t need to be getting ready. I don’t recall what our song was, or much about the dance (I think it was of a charleston variety), but I do remember one group. Advanced jazz. The song was Listen to What the Man Said, by Paul McCartney and Wings.

They wore white shirts, black pants, black suspenders, black bowlers. That set my favourite style for life. And, the mysterious, wonderful fragrance backstage — too shy to actually ask anyone —  launched me on a quest to discover its source. I haunted perfume counters until I found it.

Yesterday I found it again. All of it.

Sometimes being under the influence is a very good thing.

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* description source: fragrantica.com

in heaven

Just in case you’ve wanted to know what heaven looks like :o)

"heaven" ~ sld

A few weeks ago, I put my acoustic drum set up for sale on consignment/trade-in. The bass drum turned out to be too big, so the toms were too high for me. As a result, I was hurting myself as I moved around the kit, trying to keep from hitting the rims. Very glad for the experience, though. It was a helpful introduction in general. Gave me the chance to learn what I needed, what was important to me. With living in an apartment that has no garage, it’s been a challenge to find a good time to practice. Loudness is a concern. And it’s been a frustrating arrangement to more than just me when my chance to practice conflicted with something my fellows had planned to do, like playing Mario Karts, or when my son understandably wanted to remain quietly reading in the most comfortable chair.

I chose an electronic kit for that reason, for their extraordinary versatility, and because it’ll be easier to take on the road. Couldn’t quite envision myself trying to haul the other one around. Almost gave up on the whole thing, actually. Wondered what I could be thinking.

So glad I didn’t.

In the meantime, I’ve been doing my daily workouts on my practice pad. Have it tucked under my desk. I can bring it out, set my timer and metronome in front of me, turn on my computer, click the Drumeo link on my bookmarks tool bar and I’m good to go. Not disturbing anyone.

Got the call this afternoon from Howard that my drum kit was in. He assembled it and checked everything there at the Drum Circuit. As soon as it was ready (and we had cleared space in the back of the van), my son and I were on our way into town.

Howard’s lending me his drum throne until mine comes in. Very grateful. Awesome guy. The wait time will be about 6 – 8 weeks. I went with Fernie’s recommendation and chose a Roc N Soc throne with the gas shocks and a backrest. Its marvelousness will be worth the wait.

Dinner was a little late tonight. :o) And I’m only typing this because I guess I needed to stop and eat. I wonder when I’ll sleep again.

Well, gotta go. If you don’t hear from me for a while, you’ll know where I am . . .


Real Neat Blog Award logo

Thank you to Hardi @Fifty Shades of Reality for nominating me for the Real Neat Blog Award – I’m honoured.

The rules are . . .

  • Put the award logo on your blog post.
  • Answer 5 questions asked by the person who nominated you.
  • Thank the people who nominated you, linking to their blogs.
  • Nominate any number of bloggers you like, linking to their blogs.

Here are the questions she asked and my answers . . .

1. Who is your favorite comedian and why? Peter Keleghan may be technically a Canadian actor rather than “comedian,” but he’s still my favourite. Why? Because of his wonderful sense of the ridiculous. Fave appearances: Murdoch Mysteries, and a CBC Doc Zone episode, “War of 1812: Been There, Won That”

2. Which is the only country wherein you would like to spent your old age in?
It would/will be tough to leave the central coast, but I’d have to say Vancouver Island, BC, Canada

3. Are with content with what you have right now?
Almost :o) As soon as my Roland TD-15KV-S V-Tour Series Electronic V-Drum Kit & Roc-n-Soc drum throne comes in at the Drum Circuit and I can go pick up my zoom lens, I’m good.

4. Who is your inspiration? A mosaic of loved ones and heroes. I’ve been planning a series of posts about this very topic, so I’ll save those details for later.

5. What made you start the blog? My dad. He had been blogging on WordPress for a while, inspired me. And I was getting tired of filling up journals that I still don’t know what to do with. :o) This is more dynamic, more visual.

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My nominees – a collection of wonderful bloggers I’ve recently discovered:

Aisling @ let it come from your heart
Gol Naran @ Golnaran
Mike @ The Unfocused Lens
Mark @ Artmark

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And now the questions for my nominees . . .

1. Your earliest childhood memory — how old were you?

2. Who is your favourite visual artist?

3. Which would you rather be if you had the choice — divinely beautiful or dazzlingly clever or angelically good? *

4. What song have you been playing repeatedly of late?

5. What book(s) are you currently reading?

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* inspired by Anne of Green Gables, L.M. Montgomery