Our collection of photos from
2020 is here.
There are three other album links in the body of the text of the
diary, one for 2019, one for 2018 and one for spring and summer
of 2018.
During these two years, in synopsis, Sol got
ill through the first winter, and we stayed home so that Deborah
could visit him regularly and care for him. He died of
infection in his pacemeker. During the second winter, we
couldn't leave because we had to sell Sol's condo and deal with
his estate distributing it to Deb's siblings and anyone else
mentioned in his will.
2020 Saturday, Nov
15th. No snow yet, but we've had one frost. The next one
is forecast for two days hence, but after that the forecast shows
temperatures trending upward until the end of November.
I keep playing every day. There's not much
else to do. I'll keep trying to convince myself to go for
walks now that the gardening and yard work is over for the
season. During a zoom call, I listed some of the instruments I
practice regularly, and Heather asked me "What are you trying to
prove?", which seemed like an odd question. She has grand-kids
and horses to keep her busy, and strives to become a good dressage
rider; I don't have anything like that going on in my life.
These are my musical toys that I "play" with, and they address the
"I wish I had learned" issues. The goal for me is competence
and fun, and when the pandemic is over I want to be able to play
with various kinds of musical groups. Piano is still my most
in demand instrument in terms of playing at the community centre or
at the yacht club; but I already know how to play the piano. All the
new instruments present fresh, interesting challenges, including the
stradella bass system on the accordion, and the various techniques
styles of the 5 string banjo. I'm best at single string and 2
finger style, but I keep plugging away at 3 string, at melodic
style, and clawhammer. I've been fascinated by Jens Kruger in
recent months, and lately by Bela Fleck and Abigail Washburn.
I hope I won't be too old to put the new chops to work playing with
other people by the time the pandemic lifts. At the very
least, I should be able to take them camping when we can finally hit
the road in our little T@B trailer, and join other musicians around
the campfires, or at regional fiddle festivals.
There's no fresh news, though. We're
hitting fresh daily high case loads of covid19 in Toronto, in
Ontario and across the country. I watch the political drama in
the U.S., and continue to be astounded at how selfish, arrogant and
incompetent the outgoing president is. We learn a lot about
the world by watching documentaries on Netflix and from other
sources; lately, challenges of the global food system, and gene
editing technology, solutions and risks.
Sunday, October 25th. After a glorious
burst of heat on Friday, temperatures are suddenly lower at night
and will remain so. Daytime highs will be at 30 year averages,
although night time temperatures are forecast to remain about six
degrees above the thirty year average, so that's a bit of silver
lining. Growth has slowed on our plants and with the risk of
frost, I decided to harvest the remainder. We pulled three
buckets of tomatoes, mostly cherry; three baskets of peppers that
look like nature's smarties, and the final two dozen squashes.
We snipped the dahlias, so we have red blossoms in four vases around
the house, and some orange buds that I hope will open. I still
have beans to harvest, and carrots, but we can continue to pull them
gradually. Maybe, like turnips, they only get sweeter after
the first frost. They are below surface, so only the tops will
be damaged in a light frost. We still have swiss chard to pick
and bag. Then I'll have to spend a few days pulling old
plants, and moving some of the pots.
Yesterday marked the end of a flat, hollow,
black and white sailing season, bereft of joy or pleasure. I
did my six hour shift on the tow boat with Don for haul out
beginning in the pre-dawn hours. We only had four boats to tow
in six hours, and the total lift was only 103 boats. I came
home for lunch and a nap and went back to have my own boat lifted at
sundown - No Egrets was #74 of 76 boats lifted on Saturday.
We had our flu shot - I felt awful for a
day afterward, which is unusual for me. It was the higher
efficacy senior's dose, we hope and believe. I had a slight
fever with chills for a short while as well.
We still have no vaccine for Covid19.
We are into what some scientists call the "third surge" in the U.S.
and world-wide, still cresting, with a much higher number of cases
than the first two surges. In some places they've given up on
contact tracing because it is impossible to stay on top of the
transmissions. Canada had a pretty subdued middle curve, but
we are not being spared in the third surge, and we have had to go
back into "modified stage two" lock down. The only good news
is that the medical system has learned a lot about how to treat the
illness, and although still miserable and with long range
debilitating effects for some patients, there are fewer deaths and
shortened hospital stays for most. The first vaccines may
appear in Canada in January, but by the time they get them out to
the whole populace it may be spring or summer. There's a
chance that we'll be free next summer to launch the boat, enjoy our
clubhouse, make a smaller garden and take our little T@B trailer on
the road, and even resume our international travel.
I'm struggling with a feeling of frailty,
some vertigo and unsteadiness on my feet, and reduced strength in my
musculature, and chronic pain in my left shoulder, in
particular. I hope it is only age, but I found it difficult to
climb in and out of the tow boat. Granted, the water level was
low and the docks were very high compared to most years, especially
because we now have a new dock elevator system courtesy of Charles
Dyer and his crew. It is a well designed, inventive system to
raise our docks in the spring if we experience another high water
level. Water levels were above our slips in 2017 and 2019, and
reduced our boating season in both years. This year Covid kept
us from enjoying our club, so it has been three bad years in
four. The season is already short enough here in the north in
a regular year. Some members consider throwing in the towel on
boating. I am considering a return to a smaller, tow-able 22'
sailboat and a return to Scarborough Bluffs Sailing Club. Two
of my old boats are still there; perhaps I'll just buy back one of
those. A smaller boat is a little easier to handle, clean and
maintain; like a small sports car, low and close to the ground, it
is just as much fun in its own way as a larger sailboat, although
admittedly not as spacious for overnights. But it can be used
earlier and later in the season, there's no need for crane fees
twice a year, and it can be towed to more interesting sailing
areas. I've determined that I'll have to do more exercise,
weight training indoors and walking outdoors even through the
winter, to try to stave off weakness and incapacity. As Clint
Eastwood's mantra recommends, "Don't let the old man in!"
I'm not sure how else to deal with being
stuck here in the house for the third winter in a row, this time
with no community bands and gatherings going on. Solitary
fitness (no gyms), solitary musical instrument practice (Thank God
for youtube and the internet), and if that isn't enough, I might
start recording a few more tunes or writing some songs or stories.
September 30th. Covid case counts are
rising again. The second wave of the pandemic is upon us, and
Quebec is declared a "red zone". My family have all become
"dog people". The weather remains mild, which is good because
it is pleasant but also because a study has just correlated cold,
rainy conditions with increased transmission of viruses. The
garden continues to produce lots of cherry tomatoes, squashes, and
carrots. Cabbages and kale have been set back by "cabbage
lice" but are only edible with cleaning. Slender late harvest
beans are not very good - too fibrous; but there are still lots of
"painted lady" or "scarlet runner" beans. The winter ahead
stretches out with no relief in sight - no travel, no social
activity, and no sailing. There was no point putting up the
mast for such a short season, and the garden kept me from thoughts
of cruising to other clubs, which were, in any case, closed due to
Covid. If it weren't for music, I'd have very little to
relieve the boredom. I don't read much although I have tons of
books backed up. I don't write although I have occasional
creative urges. The world just seems too bulging with creative
distraction to bother tossing my drops of whimsy into that ocean of
content. The internet has given us daily access to a fire hose
of ideas and events, and we drown in it. The flip side is that
it has given us better connection with family and friends through
Facebook and Zoom. Free music lessons through Youtube helps to
inform and motivate my efforts with the nine different instruments
that I cycle through. When the pandemic is over I'll be able
to take a handful of instruments on the road to attend festivals and
play at campgrounds and other venues, including my community centre
bands. Until then, I just have to keep building chops on the
instruments, gathering more repertoire, enjoying my yard, and trying
to put the ever-present isolation out of mind.
August 25th. I gave away my upright piano
yesterday. It was a sad moment for me because it was a good
solid Nordheimer that I'd paid to have restored. It had an
entire new set of hammers and some other tweaks sixteen years ago,
and I spent one Christmas break refinishing the case in my shop at
Samuel Hearne. Within the last few weeks I learned to replace
old bridle tapes, and restored it once again to playable
condition. But big acoustic pianos are like white elephants
these days. People give them away for free. They were
probably doing that back then, too. I was foolish to spend the
money on having it repaired. But now I have a more open dining
room with Jack Heeren's old clavinova in it instead, plus my Roland
in the basement, and the community centre has a good Yamaha for me
to use for my musical activities there. I really like that
Yamaha electronic piano.
Things are only gradually opening up in
Ontario, and particularly in Toronto. I often do the math to
estimate my risk of exposure to covid19, and I feel quite reassured
between the math and my social distancing discipline, but my
musician friends appear to remain thoroughly freaked out and did not
show up for an outdoor gazebo play along that I tried to
organize. That left me with a bad taste in my mouth for trying
to do volunteer organizing for local musicians, since at least 23
saw the message, one said she'd come, and no-one did. No-one
else responded either way.
However, I met my distant cousin Jeremy
Campbell at the gazebo. I tuned his mandolin for him and gave
him some books to help him on his way. That was
pleasant. On my own, I'm playing the two banjos more and more,
and to a lesser extent I'm flat-picking the new Yamaha guitar, and
running fiddle tunes about once a week on each of those. I'm
playing the fiddle and the accordion. I discovered Jens Kruger
of the Kruger Bros., had my consciousness expanded by his use of a 5
string banjo to play much more creative technique and repertoire
than the bluegrass I'd only ever associated the instrument with,
including classical pieces and his own classical compositions.
So I put my finger picks back on and I'm working my way through his
set of fifty beginner videos for 5 string, as well as learning new
tricks on my tenor banjo. I've become quite good at melodies
on the 4 string, tuned in fifths, so playing lead in Scots/Irish,
bluegrass and Appalachian tunes has become easy, and I can sight
read the notes at pretty good speed; now I'm beginning to use three
and four string chords to beef up my playing in addition to the
melody, which makes 1920's jazz tunes sound much better. I'm
keeping my eyes open for another tenor banjo - I have a set of
strings for Irish tuning that I'd love to put to good use.
I've played tennis once with Don and Jim,
but Paul is still hermetically sealed up in his house. He held
a rehearsal of his band on his driveway, and we attended. Yo
Vanderkley was his vocalist. I spend most of my outdoor time
in my garden, where the hottest July in 84 years has resulted in an
explosion of produce. We eat kale and cabbage salad with
tomatoes, cooked swiss chard and green beans for every supper
meal. I have a couple of dozen squash to harvest when it cools
down enough to want to use the oven. We have harvested a lot
of okra, and we have a lot of cabbage and carrots to cook in the
fall as well.
We haven't been able to leave the house to
go camping in our new T@B trailer, but there is pretty good progress
toward one or more vaccines, so by spring next year I'm fairly
confident that we'll be able to plan a trip west. We'll set
the garden up with soaker hoses and a timer for Ian to turn on when
needed. I'll make sure the front garden also has soaker hose,
pop some peppers in there among the perennials, and walk away.
I'll set up the new gazebo frame from Jackie Davies. I thought
we'd have fires in our back yard this summer but the city has banned
use of fire pits, so we may end up giving away much if not all of
our firewood. I'm planning a little bit of surreptitious fire
on cold crisp fall evenings, though. The smoke is no more than
from wood burning stoves, which many people still have. Our
neighbour even heats his garage that way, where he repairs cars for
people.
All our family members remain well.
Sol's condo sold quickly on July 17th, and the estate process is
almost over - there's light at the end of the tunnel. Deborah
does regular video chats with her mom and siblings, and our weekly
Sunday zoom meetings with my family continue. The pandemic
causes some boredom, but also some freedom from stress. It is
a calm time, and a time for dealing slowly with downsizing, and
developing chops on my new instruments, which is a pleasure for me
even if I can't play with others until next summer. I'm
looking forward to campfires, fiddle camps, all that sort of thing.
June 29th. Our wedding anniversary is
two days away on July 1at, and that's also Canada Day, so we
normally get free fireworks on our anniversary, but this year we are
still in partial lock down so we'll have to watch them over the
internet. We've slowly begun to see more people. We've
had dental cleaning, and friends at a safe social distance in our
back yard. Deb shops and has resumed her food bank volunteer
work every Monday morning. She has no direct contact with
clients, who come in to pick up their food on Wednesdays. I've
worked hard every day in the garden, and haven't played any music
for the entire month of June. I've promised myself that I'll
begin again in July.
We've eaten well - callaloo stew, all sorts
of fresh greens (kale, lettuces, green onions, etc) and we have
blossoms on the tomato and bean plants, so those will be fruiting
soon. I saw a small zucchini beginning in one bin. I
have way too much kale - I planted seed that said Savoy Cabbage on
the package (from Benton Seeds) but the result was nothing but kale,
but I'd already planted kale elsewhere. The swiss chard is
having a terrible year - I have to treat it daily with soap and oil
for leaf miners and fungus.
We had to face up to a big project,
clearing up an area under the trees and ripping out Virginia Creeper
which had spread everywhere. I've been burning off brush,
sifting soil for a few small new garden beds, and stacking the wood
pile in fresh stacks. We closed our fireplace a few years ago
and took down the chimney, so we don't really need firewood but
we'll burn off what we have slowly in the fall when the evenings get
cold, out on the back patio. We've had some hot days so far,
but haven't run the air conditioners yet - fans have been enough to
deal with it. We'll only need air conditioning if the humidity
becomes intolerable. That usually only happens at the peak of
summer for a couple of weeks.
We launched No Egrets finally on June
13th. We haven't put up our mast; it might just sit there at
the slip for the year, as "summer storage". We can use it like
a cottage, but the clubhouse is off limits during the pandemic lock
down, except for the washroom. We were hoping to drive west to
visit family, and camp in our new little T@B trailer, but
inter-provincial travel remains problematic so the trailer may be
stuck in our driveway all summer. International infections
continue to rise exponentially, and the worst country of all is the
U.S., with which we share "the longest undefended border in the
world". It is a leaky border, and although Canada has
flattened the curve and contained the contagion, we fear truckers,
commercial travelers and air travel. If the trailer stays
parked, we might step our mast for a few weeks of sailing if we get
bored, but haul-out could be as early as October 12th this
year. A small trailer-able sailboat would certainly be a
better asset this summer. You can drop it in the water
anywhere that there is a ramp, and not worry about campgrounds being
closed. Next year we'll try to sell the Mirage and find
another trailerable boat that we like. We might go back to
SBSC.
June 2nd. I kept working on learning to use
the tools in Audacity. I redid Any Time, then recorded another
nine songs, shared them with people, and opened a Soundcloud account
to house them, so that I can simply direct people there. I
might do a few more, but I'll also spend more time on piano, and on
doing some videos. Stacking audio tracks gives me an excuse
and a motivation to pick up my instruments and practice them.
We remain in lock-down. It has been
three months now, with only one face-to-face visit with Ian and
Ursula. We've taken the tarps off the sailboat and will launch
on June 13th, which will give us somewhere to go, at least, although
we may just use it as a cottage this year, while we also spruce it
up and collect photos to advertise it next spring.
When campgrounds open up we'll take the T@B
out on the road. We'll put in a porta-potty and we'll be
independent and isolated from others, not dependent on guest rooms
in family homes, but we'll still be able to see family face to face
and have outdoor campfire visits.
The garden is in. Deb planted the
last leafy greens seedlings yesterday, but I still have peppers to
pot, and far too many cabbages and bush beans. We'd never eat
what I have growing. I have enough pots but need more soil,
and perhaps more space on the driveway. Until the covid19
lock-down and the possibility of food insecurity this summer, my
intention was to have a much smaller garden, but I decided to plant
all my old seed, which was just gradually getting older and less
viable, plus all the beans from last year. No point having it
hang around indefinitely. If we garden next year, we'll begin
with fresh seed. Bill Chandler gave me a "stock tank", a 300
gallon trough that had been drilled for drainage. They're
about $500, new, and would make a great duckling pond. This
one could have the holes plugged with epoxy, but I decided to build
a "hugelkultur" out of it, with brush and grass clippings, and a
tarp over that pile, plus three flexible pipes that I can drape
clear plastic over during the winter in order to have a green
house/seedling shelter in the spring.
Our family zoom meetings, with Lissy's help, have
become a weekly Sunday afternoon event. We've learned to wear
silly hats and share garden photos from our computers. I put a
board on my front porch rail and put a strip of birdseed on it, and
got photos of our local blue jay and a male and female cardinal to
add to my garden photo show. We aim for a one hour weekly
meeting but they usually stretch a little longer, and the most
recent one lasted for two hours - some people came late, and others
left early.
April 17th. We remain under full lock down
because of the novel corona virus. I watch the news
daily. The temperatures have been stubbornly lower than
seasonal, but the garden is slowly coming to life. I have pepper
seedlings in the window and have just begun my tomatoes, which
should be able to go outside in six weeks or less. We stopped
our volunteer work. It is better, at our age, to let younger
people who have no jobs at the moment step up to do food bank
deliveries and organizational tasks. We are in a riskier age
demographic if we were to contract the virus. Deb still leaves
the house once or twice a week to shop, or get some take-out
food. She wears her gloves, the homemade masks she has sewn,
and her visor, and she practices hand washing and door handle and
steering wheel disinfection, disinfection of packaging, etc.
I am very lucky that I collected instruments
before this crisis came along. I never leave the house or the
yard but I have lots of musical toys and I have finally figured out
how to record myself playing them in multiple tracks on my old
multi-media computer in the basement, using Audacity. I made a
recording of Any Time with multiple tracks but it was awful, mostly
because the mic input was too hot, I believe. I didn't save
the tracks separately so that I could reconstruct it with
adjustments, so now I'm in the middle of a second attempt.
This time I'll keep all my tracks in a "project folder". That
way I can build the song with different instrumental leads and just
keep what sounds good, and I can fine-tune volumes of different
tracks to create dynamics.
Between the musical hobby, the internet, no
rowdy kids around, Deborah's meals, and the gradually improving
temperatures outdoors, my life is quite serene. The news
depresses me but I'm becoming a little inured to that. One
becomes desensitized to things one can't do anything about.
Being under "house arrest" is not a happy circumstance, and I dream
of the day when we'll be able to take our trailer and drive west,
but we're so much better off than people who've lost income,
businesses, and sometimes friends and relatives. Yesterday Ron
Quinn from HYC died of Covid19, at 79, but it hasn't touched any of
our family or closest friends yet. Even when the lock down
lifts, I anticipate being more "stand-offish" than I used to be,
playing music into a computer, and continuing to stay clear of loud,
crowded places. I'll probably play music at the community
centre three times a week, but we have good physical separation
there and I'll disinfect the keyboard, wear gloves and wash hands a
lot, etc. Once travel restrictions are lifted I'll just let
the groups continue without me and Deb, as we look for blue skies
westward. And southward, next winter. Our sailboat
launch is cancelled indefinitely until we have clarity on our lock
down status; the boats could remain "on the hard" all year.
When the weather gets warm, it might be an idea to pick up another
trailer-able sailboat that we can launch from a ramp. I was
leaning in that direction again anyway, so that might be a goal: to
clean up and advertise the Mirage and get another CS22 or something
of that size.
We had a family Zoom meeting on Easter
Sunday, and we'll check in again with each other this coming
Sunday. There might be a little music. Zoom is a good
tool that came along just in time. People can join when they
can, and leave at will, and it is a large family gathering, even if
we are still at a distance from each other. What a great thing
it would have been sixty years ago when we went to Northern
Rhodesia. My parents had to write Air Mail letters and
struggle through the occasional long distance phone call with a poor
connection and static, to maintain connection with family. Dad
used to make reel to reel tape for my grandparents and other family
members so that they could hear our voices, and vice versa.
Sometimes we'd sing into the tape recorder. Then they mailed
the tape reels to each other by parcel post.
April 3rd. Rob died on March 24th.
Lissy set up and hosted two virtual commemorative gatherings on
April 1st, one for family and one for friends. She wasn't able
to travel for a funeral, and funerals cannot be held these
days. We are in extreme lock down due to the spread of
Covid19, which threatens to overwhelm our health care system.
100,000 plus deaths in the U.S. are forecast, and we've seen mass
mortality in Europe. The economy is shattered, portfolios are
cut in half and dividend income has slowed to a trickle.
We spend our days inside the house. We've
left about three times a week to deliver food bank supplies to
shut-ins, and Deborah still shops, but I mostly just rely on the
internet for social and family connection. I practice, and
review jazz and blues piano styles. I haven't had much
interest in my cornet, clarinet or fiddle lately. The daily
temperatures are gradually rising and we've been able to spend a
little time in the yard each day, getting the yard and driveway in
shape for the coming season. I've started the hot pepper seeds
and will start the tomato plants next. We don't know whether
garden centres will open. Today we plan to turn the T@B around
so that the door faces the house, and we can slowly begin preparing
it for when travel can resume in the summer. People are told
not to travel now, and provincial parks and campgrounds are
closed. We'll clean up the back patio and get it ready for
hanging out, and maybe do a BBQ just for ourselves. Everything else
is completely on hold: there is no spring launch for our sailboat,
no tennis club opening, and no community centre programs including
our musical gatherings. Yesterday we did a zoom meeting with
Lara and sang Happy Birthday to Xavier, who was very
talkative. We can't meet in person with any family, but
virtual meetings have increased from virtually zero to a few.
It is becoming the new normal, the only way for most people to
connect with family and friends.
March 16th. On Leap Year Day (Feb 29th) we
sat six feet from the stage at BPYC enjoying a performance of the
Wintergarten Orchestra. The front man was an excellent singer
and showman, an actor who brought his dramatic and comedic skills to
the band. That week we also began collecting and rehearsing
songs we could do as a duo, and on March 4th we performed and led a
sing along at Chester Village nursing home. We prepared about
35 songs but only used about 18, and added one on-the-spot request,
so we're ready for a return engagement, and we were asked to return
in late May.
However, in the meantime the world has been hit
by a tidal wave of closures to all businesses and public facilities
including nursing homes, to limit the spread of covid19, a novel
coronavirus. The closures are intended to "flatten the curve"
and give researchers a chance to come up with a vaccine or promising
drug responses, and to keep from overwhelming our hospital
facilities. We expect to be hunkered down in our cottage for a
few weeks, and I'm splitting my time between the internet and
practicing music: contra dance tunes on keys, accordion and fiddle,
and vintage jazz on keys, banjo, clarinet, cornet and guitar.
Our community centre music groups are on hiatus for a month.
We bought a new Kmise baritone uke for Deb from Amazon. It
arrived in a day, and is a pretty good instrument, but I did have to
file down the fret edges all along the neck on both sides. It
came strung and tuned gCEA so I swapped the g string for a low G,
and left it like that so that Deborah can use all the chords she
already knows. It sounds pretty good and is loud enough to
complement my fiddle, which was my goal. Now we might zero in
on a few tunes we can perform at a yacht club or around a
campfire.
We have entered a slow time, and I shift from
being vaguely uneasy and troubled to being content with
self-isolation, but Deborah is still volunteering at the food bank
this morning, and still shopping when she feels that she must.
We have gloves we can wear and can throw into the laundry, and we
follow hand-washing protocols, to which I've added face-washing
protocol, since nobody can really break the habit of touching their
face several times an hour, which is how the virus gets into sinuses
and then lungs. I suspect we'll cancel our Noisy Parkers
rehearsals, but still meet at the yacht club, but all attempts to
unearth other musicians at the club have so far been a waste of
time. I don't feel like hitting the bars and open mics, and I
don't want to make the commitment of joining a band, although I wish
I was working with talented musicians that are on the same
wavelength. Probably I'll just remain hunkered down until we
can sell Sol's condo, and once that's over with we'll start
traveling. Our only music may be a campsites with other
travelers.
The stock market tanked worse than in 2008, on
fears of an economic collapse due to all the shut-downs. It
was down 40% at one point, with no guarantee that we've hit bottom,
but it isn't an immediate concern in our house because we were only
living on our pension money anyway. Dividends from O&G
stocks may dry up for a while, partly because the Saudis and Russia
picked this moment in time to have a price war and drive down prices
to hurt each other and U.S. shale production. There will be
bankruptcies, no doubt, and tremendous job loss in all industries
across the economy until this can be overcome.
So that's it: sleep, eat, surf the internet, play
music, and start some seeds, beginning with hot peppers. When the
days warm up, do yard work and prep the boat for launch, continue
sorting and downsizing the contents of our cottage, and prep the T@B
for spring and summer travel. The garden will be mostly basic
maintenance this year, so I don't have too much work ahead of me,
which is a good thing because we haven't had requests from helpers
this year. I assume the global pandemic has them all thinking
twice about travel.
Feb 24th. On the 22nd I played for the
fundraiser Coldest Night of the Year with the Noisy Parkers.
It went well. We had to rehearse the night before, and drive
downtown for both nights. The music has been fun, but I'm
happy that most of it happens close to home. A job action of
city workers threatens to shut us out of the community centre this
coming weekend, but there are still the Elderly Bros and the Noisy
Parkers. If our Wednesday night play along gets cancelled I
can go play at HYC.
We're still waiting for the court approval for
Deb's executor position so that she can list Sol's condo. We
were told it might arrive by the end of February.
I sold the 7/8 (57 cm) Skylark fiddle this evening. I bought
it for $7, broken, and bought a decade's worth of hide glue from Lee
Valley because I couldn't buy it in a smaller quantity
anywhere. I carved a new bridge and put new strings on
it, and sold it for $100. After the cost of materials, that
was probably 200% profit, but not a handsome hourly rate for the
time and travel I put into it It is just a fun hobby.
We managed to organize our first get-together of
a contra dance band with Wilfred and Elisa, with their Irish flutes
and concertina. I can't play the fiddle well enough and fast
enough on the tunes they wanted to play, which were not the ones I'd
already learned, but I played keyboard, and I'm able to play
melodica or accordion fast enough to accompany them. We'll get
together again every two weeks, and eventually play for a dance.
Other than that, I'm just trying to learn how to
grow old. It takes a lot of thought. Encroaching
infirmities threaten the activities I love to do, including hips and
back that make tennis not as fun, arthritis and "trigger fingers"
that threaten to impede my keyboard and fiddle playing. We're
communicating with a young helper from Bolivia who'll begin a three
month course at a language school in Toronto next week. She
might stay with us for two weeks in April or May. We'll get
the yard cleaned up, the house in order, the boat launched, and
Sol's condo listed, and then maybe we'll have freedom to travel
somewhere.
Jan 20th. The snow load hasn't been
intolerable, and the winter has been relatively mild. It's
cold right now, but I'm beginning to feel used to it and I'm a bit
ambivalent about trying to get away. I'm still enjoying my
musical groups, and come home from each one a bit tired but happy,
maybe with a bit of a music high. I spend hours each day
getting better at fiddle and banjo, and playing my vintage jazz
repertoire on those plus the piano, the cornet, the accordion and
the guitar. It keeps my chops up and I'm enjoying my
improvement, especially on the fiddle. We might find it
difficult to get motivated to leave town, even for Mardi Gras in New
Orleans, which has kind of fallen off my bucket list. There
are lots of reasons not to be there right at that time anyway, when
the town is a little crowded and crazy, and accommodation is
expensive and difficult to secure - even campground
accommodation. Youtube and the internet are wonderful
inventions - we don't have to go there to experience the street
jazz. When the weather improves here, we might get the garden
started and then travel west, watching for places where we can play
music with like-minded musical travelers: fiddle camps, campfire
jazz, etc. A side trip to New Orleans might happen then.
In the meantime we have musical momentum and a critical mass of
players who join us here in the SW corner of Scarborough at our
community centre music groups. I have three of those happening
each week, plus the yacht club group and the Noisy Parkers.
They keep me from getting bored..
Jan 10th: we picked up our T@B trailer
today. It is tear-drop shaped but bigger than I thought.
It is sixteen feet long and has 5.9" headroom, which is enough for
me to stand upright. It is too heavy to tow with the RAV, but
fine for the Sierra. It is under 2000 lbs, even loaded.
Photo in our collection, link at the top of the page. And we
saw our first white squirrel today. Possibly albino, but
equally likely a rare genetic variant of the Eastern Gray squirrel,
with white coat but normal black eyes rather than pink ones.
2019 - photos from 2019 are here.
Dec 29th: I thought I had seven
fiddles. So I lined them up on the couch for a "family photo".
which I've uploaded to the 2019 folder. Turns out I have
eight. How does that happen? Time to cull the
herd? Deborah asks, "How is that even a question?"
They've come into the house at a rate of one a month for the past
ten months, and I've already sold two or three during the summer and
fall. And one mandolin. For the last couple of years it
was a steady stream of guitars, and this year it has been now
fiddles. Some people do model airplanes. I was tempted
to get into accordions, but toured the workshop of a guy who fell
for that, and I was cured of my misplaced desire to open and fix
them, although I still enjoy the one I kept and continue to play,
after buying and selling three others.
Mind you, five fiddles on the couch are basic
entry level student violins, and one is an antique
collectible. So I may end up with three when all is said and
done. The other photo is the latest one, which arrived in
pieces but cost me only $7. It's now the one at the extreme
left. It caused me no end of grief with gluing up, solving the
slipping pegs issue, etc, and it is worth no more than $50 after all
that, but I learned a few more things. The antique one second
from the right has had its top off and glued back on again, and
cracks repaired. This was another good learning
experience. It was given to me for free, as was one of the
other intermediate level student violins. Two of them I bought
from a photo at an online auction for $11 each, case and all.
And one of them was a swap for a free guitar that I rebuilt after my
friend put his foot through it in the middle of the night. The
dark brown one, which is loud and perfect for playing at a campfire
or in a bluegrass group, was a Value Village $25 purchase made in
Canton, China, and the Stentor 3/4 size with finger placement
stickers on it was about $40 complete and in perfect
condition. Including bits and pieces I ordered from Amazon to
complete the fiddles, I'm probably out of pocket about $100, not
much more. Many came with extra strings, rosins, and shoulder
rests, but I'm short one case and two bows, at the moment.
Dec 14th: We waited day by day for word
that the gov't has approved Deborah as executor of her father's
will, giving her the right to sign a listing for his condo, only to
learn early this week that the courthouse in Brampton is still
working on submissions from July and August, so ours probably won't
be processed until March. So we might be able to escape to
someplace warm for a few weeks, and then return in time to deal with
it. New Orleans Mardi Gras in February has been on my to-do
list. In the meantime we've suffered through a nasty cold; I'm
almost better, but Deborah is a week behind me and feeling
miserable.
We're still playing a lot of music, at
least three times a week, often more. I tried to get a beginners
fiddle group going closer to home but can't find people who aren't
flaky about commitment - perhaps that's why they're still beginners.
I practice a few minutes or more each day, and have a list of
several dozen Canadian and Appalachian hornpipes, reels and waltzes,
perhaps a dozen of which I play by memory now. Sometimes I get
Deborah to play accompaniment but usually I only get to play along
to backing tracks on youtube.
My other music includes a Sunday afternoon
vintage jazz group, a Tuesday evening sing along and a Wednesday
evening "all-instruments play along". My jazz combo meets
infrequently - barely once a month, lately - and there's a small
weekly combo of yacht club musicians. I generally play keys
for the community groups but I also get to play my cornet and
baritone at least once a week and my banjos and guitars occasionally
as well. I take my harmonicas to the sing along and sometimes whip
out the melodica. I play my accordion a couple of times a
week at home but have no group that I can take it to, really.
My tenor jazz banjo is my favourite campfire instrument. It's
easy to chord once you've learned the chord shapes, and the fret
system is very intuitive so it is easy to do melodic breaks and
harmonic lines. The clarinet sits in a corner and has been
ignored as I've concentrated on my other musical toys.
The fiddle fascination has been an
adventure. Right now I have six. I got one Scherl & Roth for
free, with no sound post. It was actually made in Elkhart,
Indiana, Band Instrument Capital of the World and not so far from
Toronto. I got a good "hand made" Scott Cao from Campbell,
California as a swap for a guitar I'd repaired. I have
an older one made in Canton, China that I picked up at Value Village
for $25 which has a big sound but isn't the prettiest wood. I
have an old German "Stradivarius Cremona 1736" from pre-1914 that
someone tossed in for free when I bought a mandolin which I repaired
and sold. And I have two newer ones, an Opus and a no-name 3/4
size which I bought cases and all at an online charity auction for
$11 each. So I have quite a collection and I haven't spent more than
$100 for all of them, including the parts I've ordered for them.
I bought and sold two or three
already before this collection. I paid $82 for one that I
subsequently sold, because I peeked in the pocket of the case and
found a brand new Kun shoulder rest, a bow guide for beginners still
in the package, and an $82 set of Thomastik Dominant strings in
there. The Value Village lady was proud and excited that she'd sold
the violin for that price. She didn't realize I was actually
buying it for what I'd found in the pocket.
I repair cracks, and I've learned to
measure and shape bridges, and to cut and position sound
posts. I've made my own wire tools for that job, and I order
all my bits and pieces on Amazon.ca from Chinese factories. I will
put cheap string sets on them and sell all but two, but I haven't
yet narrowed down my choice to the two I'll keep. I cracked the old
German one and thought I'd popped the bass bar, so I took off the
top - unnecessarily, as it turned out - and bought hide glue to put
it back on. That was a new adventure. As was re-hairing
the old bow that came with it - an adventure I'm unlikely to
repeat. I'm just carving the bridge this morning, so I'll
finally get to hear it. I didn't know the bass bar existed
until I put a clamp on it that was too strong, and heard a loud
snap. I raced to google, and learned something new. I don't
seem to like the Scherl & Roth as much, even though I've learned
how to position sound posts and bridges to get brighter or darker
sounds - a louder, brighter E and a darker G, for example, or a more
open, warm sound. I'm pretty sure I'll put those "warm" Thomastik
strings on the Scott Cao eventually, and keep that one, and then
either the old German "Strad" or the Cantonese one for a campfire
fiddle. Hand made violins have tops that are variable in
thickness, unlike the mass production factory made ones, so
different parts of the top respond to different string pitches, and
they can have a much more intriguing, complex character of sound
because of that. Luthiers used to shave away wood in certain
areas to create a more complex topography. Lightly varnished,
thin pure spruce tops have a nicer, more ringing sound than the
newer, heavily finished Chinese factory fiddles.
November 24th. During the past ten weeks we
enjoyed a couple of bluegrass sessions in Oshawa, sold one banjo and
got a better one by swapping Rob's old arch top guitar for it, and
then won the bid on an online auction for a tenor banjo, which I'd
wanted for some time. It's now strung and tuned in jazz
tuning. I tried for three weeks to get a local
fiddle/bluegrass weekly thing happening to support my own efforts to
learn fiddle tunes, but it didn't happen. Finally I switched
my Monday vintage jazz crowd over to the Sunday slot, and today
there were eight of us. We were really cookin'. I'll
pursue my fiddle with Deborah, as a duo, and bring in other
beginners as their ambition and timetable allows.
Deb and I played at Jamie Levac's community
church, after he'd come out to play at our vintage jazz afternoon a
couple of times. We literally "played for our supper".
We had Thanksgiving dinner at HYC, and had a successful
haul-out. Frostbite tennis wrapped up, and the nets came down,
and I haven't begun going to pickle-ball because I've had "twinges"
in my hips and knees. I did something weird to both knees just
stepping off a curb and not leaning properly forward onto my
feet. But I got invited to play for a couple of hours at the
Aviva Tennis Centre, so I crossed my fingers and went, and I was
fine then and the next morning. It's an hour's drive each way,
though, so if I do any more indoor tennis this year, it probably
won't be there.
I sold a violin, and a mandolin that I had
repaired. It had a sagging top, so I humidified it and worked
it back up, and then put a sound post in - a trick I learned from
violin construction. I have bought and sold more than a dozen
instruments in the past year. We sold a box or two of clutter
at Ian and Ursula's church bazaar. We continue to have dinner
at Ian and Ursula's, or they here, every couple of weeks. We
went to Rodney's annual Christmas musicians party. Other than
that, we've simply played a lot of music as we've waited for Deb to
get court approval to list Sol's condo. We had seventeen
participants at last Wednesday's "all instruments" group. It
has grown steadily since inception - clearly a winning concept with
most musicians. In recognition of our volunteer efforts as
musical organizers and the three different weekly groups we run, we
were presented with an award at a City Volunteers supper at
L'Amoreaux Community Centre.
September 14th. My fiddle-playing has developed
to the point where tomorrow we may be bold enough to stand in front
of a mic, in front of a room full of other bluegrass musicians in
Oshawa, and play some instrumental tunes based on early Scots-Irish
dance tunes. I'll play fiddle and banjo, a friend will play
mandolin, and Deb will play her banjolele and/or tenor uke.
We'll probably recruit a guitar player from those who are in the
room for the "slow jam". We've prepared and practiced Angelina
the Baker, Arkansas Traveler, Fisher's Hornpipe, Bill Cheatam, and
L'il Liza Jane.
I acquired my fiddle on March 1st. I
swapped it for a lovely Costa Rican guitar that I'd rebuilt from
splinters after a friend put his foot through it and gave it to
me. Violin remains a challenge to learn, with micro-tonal
differences in pitch depending on where you place your
fingertips. At the same time, I learned to play banjo,
beginning with a 4 string wooden top that Sol gave me, then a couple
of five strings that passed through my hands, and finally I swapped
an old water-damaged Silvertone guitar that I'd patched back
together for a brand new Washburn 5 string which sounds great.
Several accordions came and went this summer, allowing me to settle
on one ancient beast that I enjoy playing while I struggled to learn
the Stradella bass button system. I can play the bluegrass
tunes on accordion as well, which might come in handy at music
festival campgrounds although it isn't part of the bluegrass
instrumental line-up for purists, but they are very commonly used
for hornpipes and other "celtic" tunes in the UK.
Deborah has spent the summer transporting effects
from her father's condo, and doing "triage" on them. We took a
truckload of his stuff to Montreal for his first wife and daughters,
gave some away, and sold a few items. It was a weekly trip for
her, an hour each way to Brampton and back. I went a few times
with the truck and helped her with furniture, tools and workshop
hardware, boxes of books, etc. I helped her evaluate,
advertise and sell some of the items, with a great many more still
to be dealt with. Deb is waiting for her father's old lawyer
to complete her application to the courts to be the executor of
Sol's will, at which point she'll be able to show and sign the
paperwork to sell his condo. Her brother Geoff has visited a
few times this summer, from the Philippines, to attend the memorials
and help with the estate process.
Sailing report: We had extreme high water levels
in the lake for a second summer. The first was in 2017.
The upstream snow pack and rainfall was enormous and we suspect that
it is our local effect from climate change. We couldn't walk
on our dock, which was slippery with algae, and the power to the
docks remained shut off. We finally got to step our mast at
the beginning of August, and then we didn't sail the boat. We
went out a few times on different boats belonging to friends, but so
far our own boat has remained in its slip. Somehow between
dealing with Sol's stuff, playing music, tennis, and taking care of
the yard and garden, we lost the momentum for sailing that we
normally have earlier in the summer.
Tennis remains fun for me, and good
exercise. I had an annual physical ten days ago and my doctor
brought up the possibility of reducing or eliminating my diabetes
medication, since my diet has been so effective in bringing down my
sugar levels. I quit taking statins in February and my
cholesterol remains low. From a one time peak of 244 lbs, I'm down
to 230 lbs. That happened gradually over two years, so it is
from a lifestyle change rather than a "diet" per se. I've been
practicing the "sixteen hour daily fast" for two years - I only eat
calories of any sort between 10 a.m. and 6 p.m. At 6 a.m. I
make a pot of black coffee. A couple of cups of coffee carries
me through until breakfast at ten. This "sixteen hour fast",
or "intermittent fasting" was explained to me by a friend whose
relative is a physician in Thunder Bay where diabetes is rampant in
the indigenous community. They began using this program there
a few years ago with great success. Obesity exploded in N.
America in the '70's, with television ads for snack-foods that
people ate while watching those same commercials, drinking sugary
drinks and alcohol (even fruit juices touted as "healthy" but packed
with sugar) and super-sized restaurant food portions. We spend
our evenings now at our nearby community centre, playing music three
times a week, instead of watching television. On the evenings
that we're home, the kitchen slams shut at 6 p.m. It was
difficult at first, but my mind and body adjusted surprisingly
quickly. Elevated ketones in my blood tests indicated that I
was beating back the fat deposits every day during that final couple
of hours before breakfast.
The garden was slow this year because we had a
cool and lingering spring, but when the harvest finally arrived we
had the usual bumper crop of beans, tomatoes, squash, zucchini,
raspberries, kale, swiss chard, cabbages, carrots, and beans, and an
enormous volume of cucumbers. As usual, we can't keep
up. Deb takes some to the food bank with her on Monday
mornings, and freezes some for winter consumption.
We have a blissful routine to our life, like the
lotus-eaters but with fresh garden veggies instead. We're
mentally exploring a move to be closer to family or a better winter
climate, but won't take any concrete steps in that direction until
Sol's estate is settled. Then we'd have to embark on what
feels like an enormous task, reducing our own belongings and packing
what remains. And before that comes a tough decision, since we
can't easily think of a more ideal place to grow old than where we
are already, with the friends, medical facilities, shopping and
recreational resources that we have right in our own
neighbourhood. Faced with the enormity of the process of
moving, we might simply visit family more regularly, and continue
migrating to warm places during the coldest weeks of winter.
My only discontent with our current neighbourhood is a lack of
musicians. We've cobbled together various groups of musicians
but the flowering of the arts here is a bit sparse and
desert-like. I'd love to find a community where more people
play and sing at a higher level. Here we do a weekly sing
along, a weekly all instruments pop play along, and a weekly vintage
jazz play along. I have a seven piece jazz combo that meets
sporadically, a winter country-ish group and now an emerging
bluegrass habit, but musicians come and go and few are as musically
active and competent as I'm able to be in my retirement. So
that'll be a focus of my search for new digs.
As to winter plans, we stayed home last winter
because Sol was frail, but we had talked about Brazil before making
the decision not to go. So we might go there this
winter. Or the Philippines...Greece...Slovakia/Croatia...but
probably in the spring or fall, not in the coldest weeks of
winter. We're just beginning to try to decide where we'd like
to go this winter. I'm drawn toward New Orleans, especially
during Mardi Gras, and mostly for the music. An option might
be to tour around in the southern States in a travel trailer,
looking for music festival campgrounds and other playing
opportunities. I'd pack my tennis racquet and hiking boots.
July 28th. Sol died the day after I wrote
my last entry. Deb has spent the past six weeks dealing with
his condo, arranging his funeral and his other affairs,
communicating with his lawyer, the banks, the pensions and medical
support agencies, and her siblings. She's made trips every
week to Brampton, sometimes with me and the truck and handcart, to
bring home stuff to be sorted in our guest room and assigned to
recipients: Marg's homeless clients, Deb's food bank volunteer gig,
various friends, or Value Village. Some of will go to her Mom
and sisters in Montreal when we next make that journey. The
contents of Sol's workshop have swollen the shelves of my workshop
with extra tools, cans of screws and nails, clock-making materials,
glues and wood-working supplies. Sorting them and stashing
them takes time. Getting around to using them or finding
someone else who can use them is a long-range future project.
I think I have fifteen handsaws right now, and the same number of
hacksaws, multiple sets of screwdrivers, socket sets, hammers.
Then there are his electronics to deal with, his iMacs and other
peripherals. And dozens of clocks, the ones he'd made and the
ones he'd collected. Fortunately he'd already given away most of the
ones he'd made over the years - that was his favourite thing to make
and give away to people. Deb plowed through a full filing
cabinet of papers he'd saved, to make sure that she kept what might
matter and recycled what won't. We took apart his
library. He was a prolific reader with interests that spanned
history, linguistics and evolution, among other topics. We are
marking time now waiting for Deb to get approved by the courts as
executor of Sol's will. It may be September at the earliest
before she is approved.
Sol's brothers and nephews and niece were
in town for his memorial service. Geoff and his two kids made
it but Judy was ill and her two sons stayed home to take care of
her. Sol was remarkable for making deep and abiding
friendships and for being a real charmer with the ladies, right up
until the age of 96. Deb planned and hosted his
memorial. We spread Sol's ashes, and the next day we attended
a smoked meat luncheon in an art gallery in Brampton with Sol's
siblings, nephews and niece.
Our garden is entering peak harvest
season. We're eating items from it every day. The
honey-berries are done but we're eating raspberries in our yoghurt
now, zucchinis, cole slaw from our own cabbages, kale, beans,
lettuce, radishes, carrots, green onions, etc. The tomatoes
are large but still not red. Because of the cool spring,
everything is about two weeks behind normal, so a photo of the
squash vines covering the ladder pyramid in the middle of the garden
at this time last year won't be duplicated until mid-August, but
we'll have lots of incredibly healthy meals from our garden from now
right through to November. All winter we'll eat what we froze
because we had too much to eat through the summer. We still
have enormous bags of frozen beans from 2018 in the freezer!
And we were home all last winter. I guess helping Sol eat up
his meals-on-wheels kept us from keeping up with our own
produce. He had a habit of accepting his weekly delivery of
those and then going out to restaurants with his friends
instead. And there were items they'd deliver that he decided
he just didn't like, so we wouldn't let them go to waste.
The Noisy Parker combo did another
performance for the residents of the Retirement Suites By The Lake
in mid-June. A week later Deb and I joined a large
all-instruments jam at the foot of Lee Avenue in the Beaches, beside
the boardwalk, with Josh Dielman from Scarborough Music. I'm
developing some facility with the fiddle. I try to practice it
a little each week, along with my banjo, clarinet and
accordion. At our weekly Wednesday play-along I tend to play
keys but also guitar or banjo, melodica and harmonicas. On
Mondays I play my cornet and baritone as well as keys for my
"vintage jazz" group, and I play keys for the Tuesday evening
sing-along. A few too many instruments to keep up my chops on
all of them with weekly practice, but I'm never bored. There's
always an instrument to turn to that I haven't played lately.
The bluegrass group evaporated for the summer, the country combo did
the same, and the Noisy Parkers are only meeting once a month until
vacations are over. With seven members, it is difficult to get
everyone together at once for rehearsals through the summer
months. We did manage a BBQ at Wayne's house, though, and one
more rehearsal last Friday.
My uncle David was in town with Margaret
for the annual meeting of the AMSF. Deb and I picked them up
from Marg's niece in Etobicoke, where we had a meal of Greek
take-out with them, and we dropped them at the airport, so we had a
nice visit. Dave suffered a heart attack working too hard at
packing and moving his stuff from his home to his new retirement
condo, but he was sufficiently recovered to make the trip, being
careful not to over-exert. Marg has pretty serious breathing
problems, and she remains quiet and reserved but mentally sharp as
far as I could tell.
The water level in Lake Ontario has finally
receding to the point that we may actually get to step our mast
within the next week, which will leave us with two months of sailing
for the entire season. We may begin a collection of photos to
advertise and sell the boat. Maybe we'll trailer around
instead; or maybe we'll buy a small trailerable trawler so that we
can be on the water for more of the season. Or another
trailerable sailboat.
All of our usual volunteer activities
continue: the food bank, tennis, and the music groups that we run at
the community centre. We will soon have everything settled
with Sol's estate and Deb won't have to make weekly trips to sort
out his effects. It feels like a sad time, losing Sol, but
there's also that uncertain, apprehensive feeling of having to
consider new choices, to write a new chapter in our lives.
June 9th. We've had a very cool
spring. Nothing in the garden is growing quickly; the
tomatoes, peppers and okra are especially slow. Lettuces,
radishes and green onions are doing well, and we should be able to
eat some of the kale in a couple of more weeks.
The floods of 2017 have returned with even
higher water levels, so we haven't been able to walk safely on our
docks and we haven't put the mast on our sailboat yet.
Instead, I've played tennis at least once a week, and I have six
musical groups on the go. The latest is a bluegrass combo,
which is a good outlet for me to practice my fiddle and my
banjo. Deb and I went to Oshawa with Dan Taylor to the
once-a-month gathering of the Pineridge Bluegrass club. We won
a draw - both of our tickets were pulled, back-to-back, with
consecutive numbers, and our prizes were a couple of passes each to
their bluegrass gatherings next fall. We intend to have tunes
ready to perform at the mic at their "slow jam" in September and in
October.
I have a group, or multiple groups, for each
instrument that I play now: trumpet, keyboard, melodica, harmonicas,
fiddle, banjo, guitar...all except my accordion, which I just play
at home, trying to master the Stradella bass button system, and my
clarinet. I got a Conn "shooting stars" trumpet that plays
better than my cornet, so although I prefer the mellower sound of
the cornet for traditional jazz, and its compact size, I'm back to
using the trumpet for more accuracy and ease of playing. I
haven't taken my clarinet to my jazz groups, but I will if I can
find another trumpet player. Mike Thomas checked my clarinet
out for me and proved that there was nothing much wrong with
it. It didn't suffer from air leaks, it was simply a basic
student model and not as easy to play as a higher end
instrument. I use my baritone horn as a low end harmony
instrument to accompany our female vocalist in the Noisy Parkers
jazz standards combo, whenever I'm not taking trumpet leads or
playing keyboard, or singing harmonies for her. I picked up an
Eb horn with rotary valves, which is pretty cool and very shiny, a
curvaceous silver instrument, but it doesn't play quite as nicely as
my old beat up baritone so I'll probably sell it. I bought and
sold a flute, an autoharp, a couple of guitars, and one of the 120
bass button accordions, and made money on each of them.
We had one mishap with our Suzuki. It
had been stalling, but would start again after a few seconds of
rest. No amount of investigation by the mechanic would uncover
the reason. One day it stalled and wouldn't restart, so we
kept trying. Deb got it towed home, and we tried in the
driveway. Then we got it towed to our mechanic, who informed
us that whatever it had been doing before, this time it was a broken
timing belt, and we shouldn't have kept turning it over. We
damaged the cylinder walls by doing that. They overheated with
the lack of oil, and warped. We cost ourselves a repair of
over $3,000, about double what we might have paid. Later we
had work done on the truck which came to $1700, so it has been an
expensive spring for vehicles. However, the truck repair
included new front tires for summer travel, and those tires are
expensive.
Deb's father has finally agreed to do chemo
for his myeloma, having found a doctor he likes. He's on a
four-day session of pills right now, with Deborah supervising each
day. He has been growing more frail, confused and forgetful,
and we're hoping this chemo will show us, and him, an
improvement. He hasn't been able to return to bowling and has
given up on his woodworking because he's always tired and
weak. Although he got his car license renewed, he doesn't
drive unless Deborah's with him, as far as we know. Deborah
continues to drive out to Brampton once a week, sometimes twice a
week, to take him to his medical appointments and take him shopping,
and hang out with him for a day. They attended an information
session about palliative care last week. [Sadly, just a
couple of hours after I wrote this early in the morning, Sol
passed away from septic shock and fever. The nurse who was
scheduled to call on him in the morning found him quite ill and
only minimally responsive. He went to hospital in an
ambulance, and died there just before noon.]
I got talked into volunteering as
maintenance convenor of my tennis club this year, so I've done some
work on locks and lawn maintenance, and organized volunteers to help
out. Claudia has been an awesome garden helper - fast, strong,
energetic and intelligent - so my own yard and lawn are in good
shape and many plants are started. We had a successful garage
sale. We organized a lot of stuff in storage, got rid of a
lot, and raised a bit of cash. We went to a dinner and a
square dance at Janis' Unitarian congregation fundraiser. The
caller said she'd connect us to string band players in the city,
which I'm looking forward to. We've had one outdoor music
playing event in the Rosetta McClain Gardens gazebo, and more are
planned. This coming Saturday is our Sailpast event, at which
I'll play Heart of Oak while raising the flag, and then race up the
hill to play with the Noisy Parkers at a nearby retirement home,
then back down the hill for Sailpast dinner. It's weird not to
be able to sail out into the lake to salute the Commodore's boat in
the traditional manner, but with the wacky weather we are
experiencing all around the world, that's our new reality, it seems.
May 3rd. Two months since my last entry.
I've had some fun collecting new instruments: two 120 bass
accordions, a flute that needs new pads, an Oscar Schmidt autoharp
that is intended for resale and a baritone sax that I bought and
sold. I wanted to play it but it needed a major
overhaul. I learned a lot about saxes in the process, and
doubled my money. I electrified Sol's homemade wooden top
banjo with a 4 magnet pick-up he'd given me, and it sounds pretty
good in a combo. It has a clear, good banjo sound and good
intonation for single note improv and melody lines. In March I
bought a 5 string banjo in a very good banjo soft case for $100 from
a guy in the west end. A couple of days ago I added a
fibreglass bamboo circular tray to the back of it - it had flanges
for a resonator but it was an open back banjo when I got it. I
just screwed directly through the screw holes in the flanges into
the edges of the tray. It sounds louder, clearer, with good
tone, and is more comfortable against the body - so voila, a $1.61
resonator! It's completely satisfactory until I come across a
real maple resonator somewhere, maybe in a country garage sale. Mike
Thomas is assessing my clarinet; I might sell that one and look for
a better one. I've repaired a few guitars for friends, and
sold a few that I picked up cheap and repaired. I sold my
surbahar, but I'm hanging onto the veena until Baradwaj can see it
in August. I should practice it. I picked up a lovely
old cornet - probably a Conn but there is no stamp on it anywhere -
and sold my Tristar. The new cornet is enjoyable to play, a
perfect weight and balance, and with lovely tone. Slow valves,
though, that need constant attention; but I enjoy playing that and
the euphonium. My Huttl trumpet is back on the shelf for now,
and maybe for good.
My musical life has continued to build here
in the east end of the city. We have a dozen singers and
musicians every Tuesday evening and a dozen in the "all instruments"
group on Wednesdays. The Sunday afternoon Don Montgomery group
moves to Monday afternoons at Birchmount this coming Monday,
The Thursday afternoon county music 4 piece combo continues, as does
the Friday evening seven piece Parker jazz combo. My fiddle
and accordion practice continue, although I have no outlet for
playing those yet. Dan Taylor is building his chops on
mandolin, so we have plans to play together but I'm not really a
good enough fiddle player yet, being an adult beginner. I
might go with him to a couple of monthly Oshawa bluegrass
Sundays. I plan to build some sets for a duo with Deborah that
we can pull out while traveling or at local opportunities, for
example at the yacht club open mics.
Launch Day came and went without a hitch,
except that Jeff Mowbray and one other guy on the dock crew fell
into the lake. We seem to be experiencing a repeat of the high
water that we had in 2017. The docks may soon be underwater
again. I'm not sure when we'll get the mast up, but I'll try
for next week. Terrible flooding has happened in Quebec and in
New Brunswick. In Quebec, entire subdivisions were built on a
lake bed behind a dike which failed. What a cautionary tale
that is. I did have to replace the fuel fitting from the gas
tank hose to the motor, which was an interesting learning
experience. Don and I couldn't figure out why it wouldn't run.
Our first helper of this season came from
Morocco. She stayed with us for ten days. She was an
excellent worker, and we got the spring yard work done and the
garden prepped. At the end of this month, Claudia Zink will
arrive from Austria. We have the usual spring luncheons and
dinners coming up with the Canadian Power Squadron and with
RTO. I had my first Thursday evening scheduled doubles tennis
games last night, after Monday was rained out. Pickle ball
remains an option three mornings a week, if rain keeps me from
tennis and gardening.
Health-wise, I'm down eleven pounds in two
years as a result of my "sixteen hour daily fast" discipline, and
I'm completely off the Crestor medication now (there's a good
possibility it was never necessary, actually), so my health picture
continues to get rosier. I had my third once-a-decade bout of
diverticulitis and will follow up on that with a specialist.
Deb has been to Montreal, where Sylvia had her 95th birthday.
We saw Deb's aunt Helen's granddaughter Jessica star in Chicago, at
the Newmarket Theatre. I dragged my feet about going, but
really enjoyed the show. Sol is still upright, his pacemaker
pockets have healed and he is doing fine without them. H is as
frail as you would expect for a 96 year old with a tired heart and
myeloma. He's has no appetite and is having trouble keeping up
his weight, has refused chemo and treatment for high calcium
levels. He still drives. He just got his license
renewed. His younger friends still enjoy visiting him.
He's been able to hang onto his girlfriend, and hopes to be able to
bowl again, but he has folded his woodworking activities. I'm
supposed to go and pick up his table saw and other tools shortly.
March 3rd. More weeks than usual have gone
by since my last diary entry. We went to Sol's for a daytime
New Year's celebration, but ate Deb's turkey soup rather than
turkey. I foolishly agreed to "Maintenance" on the exec for my
local tennis club, which will use up some of my free time this year,
but the main inconvenience popped up when they scheduled an exec
meeting that will prevent me from attending my jazz combo rehearsal
this coming Friday. I feel like an idiot, allowing conflicts
to develop for my evenings, which I should always reserve for
musical activities.
Pickle-ball continues two mornings a week,
and the community centre musical evenings also continue. The
winter has been cold and unpleasant, but music has made it more
tolerable. Don Davies got a Thursday afternoon combo going at
my house, with Carlos, Martin and me. We have thirty odd tunes
that we could do for the yacht club audience.
Sol, the main reason we stayed home this
winter, has had two pacemakers installed. The incisions
wouldn't heal on either of them. Now he's being tested for
infection of the heart before being allowed to go home.
Infection may have traveled along the electrical leads, and myeloma
was suspected as the reason the incisions wouldn't mend but we
haven't heard anything more about that. His cardiologist was
astonished when they lifted the bandages on the second
incision. He said he's done 400 pacemakers and has had four
infections - and two of them were in Sol. Sol has been in
hospital twice in the past two months, for a week each time, and
he's still there now, on his second stay. He's relatively
cheerful, under the circumstances. Deborah talks to him on the
phone every day, deals with the doctors, and drives to Brampton
frequently to visit and support him in other ways, but he'd like to
go home, obviously. Sucks to be 96, but so far, at least, he
still finds it preferable than the only alternative.
Deborah's health is fine and so is
mine. I'm off Crestor now completely, for a two month test
period. Cholesterol readings in late March will
determine whether this was a wise decision, but I maintain that I've
never had a high cholesterol reading and shouldn't have been
prescribed this drug to begin with. Doctors look at a stout
person and automatically take a CYA approach before they've even
done any testing. But there are side effects to every drug,
including statins. I dodged a prescription for Jardiance the
same way. Since I've had no high sugar readings and no prior
testing, so why was it prescribed? My angiogram came up pretty
clean. "It has other benefits", says the young
cardiologist...but reading research reports and getting a second
opinion from my endocrinologist convinces me otherwise. I'm
not in the position of most people my age, who take drugs to
counteract an undisciplined diet.
I've actively sold and traded quite a few
items through the winter, mostly through FB, and some through my web
page descriptions. It has become a hobby. I'm getting
rid of decades of accidental accumulation in my house, as well as
items Sol is diverting to us. In addition, every Tuesday Deb
and I visit two Value Village stores and come home with things we
can use in the house, and things we might find a buyer for with a
suitable mark-up for our time and gas and risk of investing capital
and not being able to get rid of the items. Sometimes I see
things that correlate to things I already have that I'm trying to
get rid of, things that improve an item for a potential buyer. For
example, I found an Earl Scruggs banjo instruction book that helped
me sell my five string banjo. I had ten Scrabble boards and
not nearly enough letter tiles to go with them, so I brought home
Scrabble games, carefully counted the tiles, and resold them with
the special plastic game boards that had none. So far we've
discovered that some games - new, factory sealed - sell well, but in
particular, Scrabble games, for some reason. Some pet stuff
found new homes. Some tools have sold, some instruments and
some children's items. I have some Toys and Games that I might
have to let go for close to what I paid, and a number of Sports and
Fitness/Camping and Cottage items that should fetch a decent price
in the spring and summer. Almost everything should be easier
to move in the spring/summer, because people are more inclined to
leave the house, and to drive, when the weather is sunny and the
roads are dry. Maybe I'll do a garage sale on the driveway to
unload more low-end items. I've catalogued almost all of Sol's
and Rod's CD's, and when that's done I'll move on to electrical
connectors and books. The CD's might be a sort of currency,
swap-able for guitar/banjo/uke/fiddle strings, for example.
That's a theory, anyway.
As a result of these activities, I have a
new fiddle, a new dundun and a new accordion. The accordion is
just passing through; I need one with more chord buttons. But
the fiddle is intriguing. I want to keep playing clarinet but
I'll have to find a better one. Mind is not easy to play - it
is ok for practicing at home but sometimes frustrating. Laurie
says it leaks too much air.
Deb and I played for Doly Begum, our local
NDP MP. Of course we played and sang "Hello Dolly". We
also went to a free movie. Deb has several free movie coupons
lined up as a result of her Carrot App fitness program, where she
records steps on her smart phone. We saw Beale Street, which
wasn't as good as I'd hoped. It was bleak, but it was a window
into the lives of some people in black communities. We manned
the CPS booth at the Boat Show, mostly focused on selling radio
courses.
One Sunday morning we played for Janis
Daly's Unitarian congregation. It was Deb's "professional
debut. She got paid $50 for joining us with three songs that
fit the theme: Folsom Prison Blues, I Shall Be Released, and Mr.
Bojangles. The theme was "The Wrongly Convicted in Canada",
and the speaker was the son of the woman who wrote a book about
Steven Truscott in the 1960's that challenged the Canadian court
system and exposed the flaws in the trial.
Peter came for a day and a couple of
evenings, and we attended the Mad about Plaid social event at the
yacht club together. He almost went home with my FG 260 12
string guitar. Speaking of Peter, it is his birthday today.
And that's it...actually we've stayed
pretty busy, obviously.
2018 - photos from 2018 are here.
December 29th. We have not had much snow
yet - in fact, yesterday the temperature hit a high of 13
degrees. But it is back down to minus 6 this morning, and the
long range forecast is for normal January averages, about minus six
in the morning and minus two in the afternoon.
Until the Christmas season caused a
suspension of activities at Birchmount Community Centre, I played
pickle ball every Tuesday and Thursday morning, and I've drawn Don
Davies and Jim Sawada into that activity as well.
After a stress-echo treadmill test, I had
to take a week off from pickle ball for a follow-up angiogram, which
turned out to be blissfully positive, given my risk factors.
No sign of heart disease requiring treatment, and nothing more than
the majority of the male population at my age. It was a weird
experience. I could feel the wire traveling up the artery in
my arm all the way to my heart to inject the dye for the
x-rays. The positive outcome means that I don't have to wonder
any longer if there's a hidden issue, a condition that will strike
unexpectedly. All my gardening, sports and travel remain
relatively risk free from a coronary perspective, and the diet and
lifestyle I've edged my way into over the past decade should
maintain my risk-free condition.
I set up some web pages to display things
we want to get rid of, to downsize. We picked up a few things
we wanted at Variety Village: guitar stands, for example, and a
couple of guitars that I was able to repair, and a few things that
fit with things we already have, to make them appealing to someone
else to buy - for example, a brand new book on playing a chromatic
harmonica to go with the Chromonica I want to sell. We ordered a
Kmise banjolele from China, for Deb for Christmas, and got it for a
surprise bargain price. To our shock, it arrived within days
of our order, on Christmas Eve, from a local Amazon warehouse.
I'm listing all the CD's and DVD's I have
that Sol and Rod both wanted to get rid of, and trying to sell them
online. The money realized goes into our charitable giving
budget, but it is a big job to research values and list them all.
Deb has spent a lot of her time recently
visiting her Mom in Montreal and driving to Brampton to help her
Dad. Sol had a heartbeat of 32, so he got a pacemaker that
didn't heal completely and he also picked up a touch of pneumonia,
so he has been on antibiotics. Deb is driving to Brampton a
couple of times each week, taking him to appointments and
supervising his diet, because he hasn't been eating well and has
lost about ten pounds. We took him out for breakfast a couple
of times, the last time for his 96th birthday. We won't go
anywhere this winter, at least until we're quite certain that Sol's
health is stable and improving.
We've visited friends and had friends over
to our house: Laurence and Joan, playing various board games, Ian
and Ursula, and Marg. We attended Jackie Davies' annual Rotary
lunch at the Royal York and won some wine and other stuff in a
raffle. Then we had Jackie and Don here for turkey soup.
Rod Smith came back into town for visiting and medical appointments
so we reconnected with him at Bill and Jan's, and also with Sheila
Brand. We had Christmas dinner on Christmas day at Ian and
Ursula's.
I spend a lot of time practicing different
instruments. Lately the focus has been piano, but our musical
activities continue so I'm still playing trumpet, clarinet, banjo
and guitar. I continue to spend a lot of time collecting and
working on charts, especially for the new community band, which has
been gathering strength. We had ten people last week, and one
no-show, so we should have been at eleven. More people will
continue to come out, and for the two instrumental groups it'll be
like a snowball gradually increasing in size. I'm not sure
that the vocal group will thrive in the same way, it is still small
but we are still meeting.
November 16th. We've suddenly had snow, a
month before official winter. It has been our coldest November
in many years, after an abnormally warm October. Our hardy
tennis foursome collectively decided not to play outdoors this week,
for the first time all year. Instead, I have begun to play
pickle ball indoors at Birchmount Community Centre. It's more
fun than I'd expected.
Our community band grows from week to week
(photos in the
slideshow link) and our weekly community choir has met twice
now. It's a great group of very good singers who meet for "a
drink and a song" at a local restaurant, La Scogliera. We
learned Happy on our first get-together, and In My Life the second
week. We have two fresh ones planned for the third week.
Yoshie came back for another visit and
carved a Hallowe'en jack o' lantern. I had one rehearsal with the
Noisy Parkers, and the Lady Pi combo played at Shraddha's Hallowe'en
party and at Janis' Unitarian church this past Sunday morning, doing
four popular and well-known WWI songs, including Pack up your
Troubles and Tipperary, to which the congregants happily sang
along. This was to commemorate the 100th anniversary of the
Armistice at the end of WWI.
On the 4th we drove to Brampton and took
Sol out for brunch. Sol has a new pacemaker, and has taken to
it well. Deborah spent the weekend with him while he got used
to it. He got it on Friday and went back for a check-up on
Monday. It healed up quite quickly. Right now Deb is in
Montreal with her mother. She lives close enough to both her
parents to be able to spend quite a bit of time with them.
We thoroughly enjoyed having Circleman Tang
here with us for six days in November. She was very pleasant
company and worked hard to pull plants and take apart the final
vestiges of my summer garden, the remaining driveway planters, etc.
I swapped a couple of musical items I don't
need for a dundun,
along with a shoulder harness and two mallets. I also got a
Hohner Chromonica (chromatic harmonica) in C, in pieces. Today
I managed to put it together, replacing one missing bolt and nut and
another missing harmonica nut, and a "bumper", and glued splits in
the wooden comb, which was badly dried out. Now I have to open
it again and treat the reed plates and comb with Burt's Bees Wax to
serve as a gasket, to reduce the air leaks. I've learned a lot
about the construction of harmonicas. It was worth the effort,
not only as a puzzle challenge, but also because this venerable old
model Hohner still sells for $250 new and about $100 used on
eBay. When I fix the air leak I'll compare it with the Chinese
C chromatic harmonica I bought in a little back alley shop in Da
Lat, Vietnam - for $8!
October 21st. We just got back from having
our sailboat lifted out for the winter. Yesterday I had a
shift with Don on the tow boat, and the weather was warm (for this
date in October, at least), and the sun shone much of the day, with
no rain in spite of the forecast. We only had one boat to tow,
of a list of six or eight possibles. I'm still playing tennis
once a week, still playing with the big band until the end of
October, and we haven't had a frost yet. No frost appears
likely in the forecast until well into November. I've been
binge-watching The Good Place on Netflix, courtesy of Lissy.
Hauling the boat is always a watershed moment in the fall.
Since the garden is pretty well finished, we focus now mostly on
music until we can get away from the bitterest cold of winter for a
few weeks. I might try a little pickle ball at the BCC.
This evening I'll rehearse for a few tunes we'll play at Shraddha's
Hallowe'en party.
October 14th. After weeks of warmer than
usual temperatures, particularly the night time lows, we have
finally entered a phase of 30 year average lows, and much lower than
average highs, so our days are pretty chilly. Danielle and I
took apart the main garden, and the driveway garden. She
worked very hard at taking the bean vines apart and dumping all the
soil from the pots. We ate a lot of produce, and froze a
lot. The kale and swiss chard garden remains and we haven't
had a first frost yet. It's probably coming in a few days, so
I'll throw tarps over the swiss chard and the pepper plants.
We have quite a few winter squash to eat as winter approaches.
The community band limped along. It
barely survived the transition into the dance studio at the Don
Montgomery rec centre, but I haven't been able to attract musicians
in the east end who can do New Orleans style street band, or who
want to. I have a long list of musicians who've answered my
ads and expressed an intention to show up, but never have. The
musicians around here seem to be very flaky. I will probably
relinquish the space at Don Montgomery to Ed McAskill and see if he
can hold the Song Circle together there through the winter.
I'll play with him, and disappear during the cold months. My
own street band efforts will distill to Deb and me, Skip and
whatever guitarist or other musicians we can find. I'll keep
trying to attract clarinetists but not vocalists, unless they can
sing in my key so that I can sing when they're not around, and not
have to construct multiple charts. I'll do that in my
basement. I feel that perhaps Shraddha's Lady Pi combo is
losing momentum. We might lose Terry, and Janis has multiple
commitments. We did a second Unitarian congregation gig on the
16th. I don't know that Shraddha has the people skills
required to attract and keep musicians. Sam Meli gave up on it
when she presented him with serious homework on some tunes,
sadly. Her attention is divided between multiple groups and
activities while she also maintains a job and a young family.
Sam has a working R&B band, mind you, where he gets paid for
gigging. Lady Pi is a decent outlet for me to play keys,
while I focus on other instruments in my own basement NOLA band, and
we might have a singing group at the former Bo Peep restaurant
beginning in November which will require some keys. I might
have to break down and take my trumpet to Grossman's on weekends,
maybe pound some keys for them as well. I'm covering for Lloyd
in the SML big band for this month, but I don't want to continue in
November, partly because of the desire to see the singing group
start up. It is scheduled for the same night of the week.
Mom was here for six days through the third
weekend of September, so we drove out to visit Rob, Cynthia and
Aiden, then over to Jennifer's in Peterborough, then to Brian and
Theresa's in Barrie. Lorna and Dalyn stopped in there for a
little visit. We met Theresa's granddaughter as well, whose
name I've forgotten. We visited Janice and Tom with Mom.
Tom is in terrible shape, in a bed in the living room, and appears
to be palliative. Rob was also unwilling to get out of bed
while we were there, but he claims to Mom that he's doing so now
after a scare with a trip to hospital and some poor blood sugar and
magnesium readings. He says he feels better since they
prescribed drugs for his current condition.
Deb's uncle Jack died and we attended the
grave-side funeral on Oct 3rd. He'd been ill for a couple of
years.
Health-wise, my MRI sent me to a
cardiologist with some minor plaque build-up ("calcification") in my
heart arteries. I had no inkling of that, since I play tennis
and feel pretty healthy generally. The cardiologist booked a
stress test for Nov 21st and boosted my Crestor to 20 mg/day.
I'd been doing 2.5 mg per day, so that's a significant jump. I
have to monitor whether it causes muscle pain, wastage and
weakness. I have muscle ache, but I'm putting it down to a
really bad cold that has lasted a solid week. When the cold
finally leaves me I'll be attentive to muscle weakness from high
statin dosage, and maybe focus on doing my weights now that tennis
and gardening are coming to an end for the season.
On Oct 4th David Bruyea restored his
mother's tradition of hosting a Thanksgiving pot luck dinner at HYC,
so we attended and provided bean casserole and winter squash from
our garden. Sol and Elizabeth came to our house on the 8th,
for Deb's Thanksgiving, and Danielle joined us at the table.
On the 7th, Silken and Julius stopped in for a breakfast
visit. They were in town for the weekend to attend a wedding
of a childhood friend of Silken's.
On the 10th we tried to sail but were
foiled by a failure to properly attach the uphaul shackle. We
might have to revisit the design of the shackle. Deb says it
is the second time she's been unable to secure it, and she thinks
she did it correctly. So we took off the boom and prepped the
boat for un-stepping the mast. We would have done it the next
day but I wasn't comfortable with how the motor was running and
there were high wind gusts, so we put it off until the 12th.
That would have gone swimmingly except that Tony gave us the green
light to jump ahead of him in the sequence and we had Mark
(Patrice's surviving brother) and Tony helping us. We forgot
our routines, incorporating their help to slip pins on the shroud
shackles and stays. For some reason, Deb went to the back-stay
instead of staying at the base of the mast on the mast step, which
is her usual position for stepping and for un-stepping, and I didn't
twig to the fact that she should be there. The foot of the
mast slipped off the shoe and the top-heavy mast came swinging over
top-first down into the cockpit where I was showing her that to
release the back-stay pins which she was fighting with, she needed
to release the back-stay block and tackle. The top of the mast
could easily have taken one of us out, but we were very lucky.
It missed us, struck a glancing blow off the catwalk, knocked the
masthead light off and crimped the cable at the top of the
back-stay, but there was no other damage. Lesson learned, I
hope.
It has been an eventful six weeks.
I've done lots of instrument repair, including learning to swap out
the battery from a portable amp, and saved more than half of the
cost of having a technician do it. For a new battery and the
labour, they wanted half the original retail price of the amp, which
is as much as the amp could be sold for, second hand! It was a
very simple job and would take me no time to do it a second
time. I've adjusted four guitars and two banjoleles, built
bridges, and strung Rob's electrics. Now I need to get inside
his Japanese one and find loose wires, clean the pots, etc.
The beat goes on.
September 1st. It was a very hot summer,
made remarkable because the daytime temperatures were high but the
night-time temperatures didn't fall to historical norms, so your
body didn't have a chance for the core to cool. We continued
to survive with fans until Jack Carter showed up to street band
rehearsal with an old air conditioner that we popped in our dining
room window. A few days ago we bought a small additional
bedroom window unit because it was "debranded" - actually a Comfee -
and significantly discounted in price. It isn't too loud, so
it is tolerable for sleeping. The unusually warm weather
is forecast to continue through the first week of September, so
we'll use it. And it'll be ready for next summer, since the
forecast is for steadily warmer summers because of climate change.
In July since my last entry, we assisted
with Goodwill Day again, then went for a sail with Jack, and then
had Jack and Roberta over for a burger. We brought Julia on
board to play drums for Shraddha at Grossman's, since Terry had
fallen off his bicycle and cracked a bone in his elbow when a dog
ran out in front of him.
I got a $16 guitar from Value Village,
brought down the belly and glued it together. It had cracks in
the bridge and the neck. I restrung it with ball end nylon
strings for less stress on the neck. The result is a guitar
with good warm sound, easy on the fingertips and gentle on volume,
perfect for a parlour guitar or one you'd use to accompany ukulele
players. I also found an old washboard that Patricia helped me
clean up. With sanding, varnish and paint, and some other
noisemakers and a neck strap added to it, it's a fun result.
I'd embarked on this project because I thought that Deb could play
it in street band, but she plays all the jazz chords now on her
tenor uke, which is more important, so I'm not sure what the fate of
the washboard is. It makes a very pretty wall hanging, I
suppose.
We visited Shawn and Shanaz in Brampton,
and saw David and Marg there, and Nancy and John. We had a new
members pub night at HYC. I went to Dufferin Grove Park on a
Thursday evening to experience Street Brass, but most of those
musicians don't seem to have - in general - very good chops, so I
haven't been back. It is a long drive across the city to
participate in that. My own "street band" limped along all
summer and never got to the point of being ready to play outdoors in
public, but we attended the Song Circle at Rosetta McClain Gardens
and had fun. Some of those musicians had excellent chops, and
there are always guitar players who can strum chord shapes and sing
favourite songs, which provides a good musical base. Deb and I
did a few tunes. During the Beaches Jazz Fest we went to the
Mennonite church for workshops. Deb did singing and I
participated in a New Orleans brass workshop. Deb also
attended an annual uke jam there a few evenings earlier.
Rod came for supper on the patio, brought
burgers and beer, and showed us the new home he has purchased in
Nova Scotia. He has moved there now, and left stuff here for
me to dispose of. We met the members of the Scarborough Bluffs
Community Association and attended their meeting at Cliffside
Starbucks. We met, Hector, Heidi, Bernard and others,.
Later in August we helped them stage a Movie in the Park -
Jumanji. Jacquie invited us for lunch at the exclusive
National Club in return for helping her host the Rotary
International convention members down at the yacht club.
I had an MRI to explore for the tenderness
in my side, but it seems clean. I'll have a follow-up appt to
discuss it in September. The latest curiosity is a touch of
vertigo, when I bend forward or turn my head, but it can't be that
serious because it doesn't stop me from playing tennis, so far.
I finally began to make some serious
progress on building a web page of photos and descriptions of things
we'd like to sell or trade. Maybe this will be a way to get
better prices with less hassle than running a garage sale, although
we'll still have to try to dump the smaller stuff at a regular
driveway sale, no doubt. For the amount of trouble it is, we
might simply drop a lot of it off at the Salvation Army. The
other advantage is that an online garage sale can run through the
fall and winter, while outdoor garage sales only happen on sunny
days in the spring and summer. We have the structure in place
now to add stuff we get from Sol and from Sylvia, which seems to be
happening almost on a weekly basis now.
I secured the ballet studio at the Don
Montgomery Community Centre for my "east end street band" to
continue through the fall. We have been given three hours each
Sunday afternoon, great parking and other facilities. We've
been meeting in my basement all summer and the repertoire is slowly
gelling, so I'm optimistic that we'll survive the move and that
we'll attract new members going into the fall. I suspect the
key will now be to maintain a good repertoire with charts that
everyone can print out and depend on.
The Lady Pi combo played Grossman's
twice. I didn't enjoy the experience either time, and have put
my foot down. I won't participate in any future open mics in
bars. I have profound issues with playing for free while bar
owners profit by selling drinks to attendees and often only provide
stage time to musicians who will invite their friends and family so
that they will buy drinks.
On our second visit, the organizer wanted me to
leave my keyboard set up for other musicians to use, which was
really disturbing. He hadn't asked in advance, and if he had,
I would have said no. We'd had no plans to stay until late in
the evening listening to other musicians play music we didn't really
enjoy. We played at Janis' Unitarian church, and we've been
invited back in September. We played at Sherry Vanderkoey's
parents' 50th wedding anniversary upstairs at the Stone
Cottage. I hope we make a successful transition to doing House
Concerts. If Shraddha can figure out how to build out her
repertoire with only a couple of hours of rehearsal each week, we
might have enough tunes put together for house concerts, but I'm
beginning to wonder if it can happen. They are complex charts
for the average musician, not as familiar as pop tunes and each has
its own "personal stamp", which each band member has to learn to
deliver through rehearsal. Each week there are scheduling
problems. This week Terry couldn't make it on a Wednesday, and
Janis took that as an indication of a week off instead of staying on
top of her emails, so she didn't show up either. We've reached
out to several musicians without success to replace me on keys for
the winter months, and we haven't located a jazz guitarist yet,
although James Mason is a possibility in October.
I'm not sure what I'll end up being most
satisfied with, but it might turn out to be a combination of
"community music" with my Don Montgomery Music Collective and my own
single or duo with Deborah. Lloyd wants me to attend the big
band rehearsal through the fall and cover players who are
away. The Noisy Parkers might continue playing together and
even manage a gig or two. And there will be another Song
Circle in the gazebo two weeks from now, and at least monthly
through next summer.
Patricia arrived from Sao Paulo on August
3rd and will be with us for a full month. It was supposed to
be only two weeks but she didn't land another spot to stay and
Deborah decided that she is quiet and polite, and works hard enough
on the tasks we give her, to warrant keeping her for the full month,
especially since we haven't booked any other help in
September. Mom is coming for a visit in September. So in
August, between the music and the garden, coming up with daily
projects for Patricia and supervising her, we didn't use the
sailboat. I have to revisit my summer plans for next year:
plant less, and get to spend more time down at the club when the
weather is ideal for sailing. I hope September will be a good
month for that, but we'll also have Mom here for a visit for one
week. We will drive out to visit Rob, Brian and Jennifer, so
it won't be all music and sailing. I have "Frostbite tennis
league", as I do every fall. September will feel as busy as
August did, even with no helper around. We'll have a two week
helper in October, a one week helper in November, and by then the
garden will be completely put away for the winter.
July 6th. Music and gardening have been the focii
of my life for the past month. I found Shraddha a drummer
(Terry) and a bass player (Janis) so we now have a combo of
four. Luc is taking sailing lessons with Marnie instead, and
we're preparing to do a set at Grossman's three evenings from now on
July 9th. We attended on June 9th and watched Patrick Tevlin
play with his Happy Pals. Shraddha got to sing a couple of
numbers. Yoshie arrived on the 16th and turned out to be an
excellent house guest and garden helper. Sol came on the 17th
for Father's Day burgers.
After lots of problems with internet buffering,
we finally got a technician out and got our fourth fibreoptic
modem. We've had so many explanations of what could be wrong
that it makes my head spin. None of their technicians on the
phones seem to be talking on the same page. After the last one
left and problems persisted, I discovered that I got better video
streaming by simply using a different browser, the Edge browser that
is built into Windows 10. So now I'm using Opera for some
connections, and Edge for anything with video. Too bad none of
the technicians could tell us that during all the calls we've made
to them over the past two months.
I bought a clarinet and I'm gradually getting
better, trying to squeeze in at least a half hour learning session
each day. I got some musicians together for a Dixieland style
street band finally, and we've had three rehearsals. Joey Burk
plays tricone steel guitar and James Mason the clarinet. We're
hoping Wayne will join us on trombone this coming Sunday. Last
week we were joined by Janis and her friend Julia on drums.
We'll try to play together on July 15th at the gazebo in Rosetta
McClain Gardens, at an acoustic instruments "song circle".
On the 25th we helped Jacquie and Don host a
Rotary International convention dinner at HYC.
I supplied seedlings to a lot of friends, and
finally got all of mine into the ground, although I still have too
many that are in smaller containers than they really need. We
got two truck loads of blue bins filled with expensive growing
medium from Adam LeClair who was here for a year and then
transferred back to Calgary - hundreds of dollars worth of soil,
bins and other extras including herbs and large zucchini plants
already growing in them. Our whole garden is doing extremely
well now. We endured a week-long heat wave that just broke
last night after rains that soaked the ground, finally, so the
garden will look like Jumanji within the next two weeks.
On the 28th we attended the presentation and CD
launch of Shelley Katz' Symphonova, which looks like it has the
potential to be a significant new form of delivering music to the
masses in small centres across Canada and around the world.
The Noisy Parkers managed a fresh rehearsal last
night. Andrew Chung gave me a serious trumpet lesson and put
me back on my old student 7C mouthpiece, which I almost immediately
began to realize will give me more range and stamina than the Bach
#1 I'd been using. He identified an air leak in my trumpet,
and I repaired that and played it with renewed confidence. I'd
been considering buying a new trumpet but he convinced me that there
was really nothing wrong with the one I have. I have trouble
using the mutes on it, but perhaps I'll only use the mutes with my
cornet, and I'll experiment to see what combination of mouthpiece
and mutes works best for that. The main thing that he taught
me was how to get good air flow, and visualize distant points to
blow toward for higher notes.
The summer is a-marchin' along and I'm staying
busy and pleased with the garden and with musical events.
We've hardly had the sailboat out, but we'll do that tomorrow when
we help to host the annual visit to HYC by the New Leaf home for
intellectually disabled adults and their companion
care-givers. Perhaps we'll set up a summer series of sailing
days with friends who'd enjoy the experience. We have no more
garden helpers until the beginning of August.
June 3rd. We've had two very good helpers
in a row, John Han (Korean) for nine days and Chris Jeppersen
(British, from London) for ten days. They were both five star
house guests and helpers, and the garden is in great shape
now. I'll spend most of my summer from here on playing music
and tennis. We have a young Chinese girl named Yoshie coming
in mid-June who has spent a lot of time in Australia.
We finally got the boat rigged the day before
Sailpast, which was yesterday. It was a beautiful day for a
sail, and we enjoyed the day. The dinner wasn't amazing for
the price, but they always hire a DJ and catering services, so all
in, with taxes and such, it wasn't much to complain about.
There were tons of leftovers, and we ate some of those for supper
today.
We've had some trouble with the Suzuki. Age
is catching up to it, I guess. I want to keep it until we have
a chance to buy an electric vehicle at a price that makes sense, or
a become a subscriber to an auto service that provides self-driving
autonomous vehicles that you call up with an uber-like app on your
smart phone. We've put a grand into it in the past month and
it is still stalling out on the road with some sort of fuel delivery
problem. Could be a fuel pump or filter, but with so many
sensors talking to a computer, the sensors themselves might be at
fault, and it isn't easy to know what actually needs to be replaced.
Stef and Carolina arrived from Tunisia last
night. Carolina is a young Argentinian diplomat stationed in
Tunisia, and Stef is her Dutch husband. We stayed in their
large home on an island in the Tigre Delta outside of Buenos Aires
two winters ago, so this is a reciprocal couchsurfing stay.
They are super-hosts, with surfers on their list numbering somewhere
near a hundred.
Last Saturday afternoon my jazz combo, the Noisy Parkers
(named after Matthew and Barb) played at the Retirement Suites by
the Lake. It was a pleasant way to do a concert, close to home
with an appreciative audience, and home in time for supper.
I'm sitting in for Lloyd at the Scarborough Music Lovers
Big Band for their final two rehearsals, and I hope
to attract a few of them to play in a "Skeleton Crew" during the
summer months while the big band is on hiatus. Shraddha has
built them a new Facebook page, which we hope will re-energize them
and get them a few gigs. They haven't been very active lately
beyond playing together in rehearsal every week. A secret goal
is to get enough of them interested in forming a small swing combo
for Shraddha to lead.
On the 6th, Carolina and Stef will move on, and
Deborah will visit her mother Sylvia in Montreal. She's having
some medical procedures this spring. Sol is still well, as far
as we can tell, but he doesn't much like to drive anymore. He
still bowls, but I'm not sure how much woodworking he still does -
but he made Deborah a bookcase while we were gone this winter, and
brought it over to her upon our return.
Spring photos are here..
May 19th. Normally I do diary entries about
once a month when I'm at home, but this time I let two months slip
by. I got right into sorting seeds, and started my peppers
which take a very long time to get large enough for the garden (or
my case, the planters, usually). In April we had a late blast
of winter, and we wondered why we'd come home so early, but at least
there was musical activity, which had been lacking for us in Costa
Rica. Sol had made Deborah a bookcase, and he delivered
it. Jackie Davies used Sol's sister's paintings for a
fundraiser, and invited Deb and Sol and me.
Deb spent a few days in Montreal visiting Sylvia
and Judi. Christine Martin had a 40th birthday party at the
Tara Inn. I worked with Shraddha and with Luc, trying to get
something happening for Shraddha's tunes, to get her to the stage
when she can perform at an open mic, but even more appealing, to
collect enough musicians to create a swing combo so she can do
dances at the Dovercourt. I got her a chance to sing with the
swing band, but I'm not sure if she'll continue. They just
don't play out enough even for me, let alone for her. They're
an excuse for musicians to keep up their chops through a weekly
rehearsal, and that's about it. Shraddha's in Paris this
weekend, trying to do live streaming of some songs on FB - I suppose
just to say that she has; I'm not sure what the purpose is,
actually. But she'll learn from every moment that she puts
herself out there, and it is amusing. She has a half-hour open
mic spot booked at Grossman's in July.
Guitar circle and uke circle have been hit and
miss since we returned, and also through the winter while we were
gone. They might evaporate, but they had a good run. The
guitar circle lasted for five years. It might be time to
change things up, form different groups. Ian and Charles have
got something going on, a band that is working on specific tunes
instead of just exploring and playing different tunes cold all the
time. I will try different musical avenues myself, now.
I tried to organize an east end street band, got space at Don
Montgomery CC, but so far not enough musicians have expressed
interest, even three that responded to a previous ad.
Musicians are flaky, and it is so difficult to find any with enough
ability to keep time, play more than four-chord changes on a chart,
or play competently by ear. I might have to just get out there
with my cornet and begin accompanying people at open mics, ad hoc,
until I make connections that grow into something better.
Wayne tried to get something going by writing charts and gathering
friends, but that doesn't seem to be going anywhere either.
Once a week rehearsal with frequent cancellations is no way to build
a performance. I'll have to collect musicians in my basement,
now that it's ready, who can agree on a full four sets of music and
then rehearse them and practice them at home until we're ready to
play in public. The Parker combo, after five years of hit and
miss rehearsals, is finally at that stage, and we'll do a retirement
home on May 26th, but I need musicians who can do that in a matter
of two weeks instead of years. Lord knows I have enough charts
collected for a dozen or more sets, whether pop or jazz.
The Suzuki finally caught up to us,
maintenance-wise, after fourteen years. Still not a terrible
cost, but we had to do some brakes and drum work, change the
thermostat, and a rocker cover gasket. Maintenance on our own
bodies is still fine. I have a little arthritis which flares
up from my weekly tennis, and it impedes my keyboard playing a
little. My doctor was pleased to note that I'd lost eight
pounds over the past year, which I attribute to my daily sixteen
hour fast while I'm at home, and the hiking around with heavy
backpack that we did in Costa Rica. Tennis started up again,
so between that and gardening, I'm getting a little exercise each
week. We get out for dinners that are almost routine each year
at this time: two power squadron dinners, an RTO luncheon, "sausage
night" with the Sortwells, etc. Lissy was here for a visit
over the lunch hour yesterday.
Workaway guest Micaela Patano arrived on April
11th for two weeks, but the weather was horrible and she was more or
less confined to the house. She did housework with Deborah,
mostly. After six nights, she decided to go and stay with her
boyfriend's aunt and uncle instead, to kill the final week before
leaving for Comox. She would have been far from Toronto, out
in Concord, but at least she wouldn't do any work. I thought
she wanted to explore the city where she was born, but that didn't
work out for her. Afterward she wanted a reference, but she
didn't take the lead by writing one for us and she hasn't written to
me directly, so she's the first helper I haven't written a reference
for, even though she worked hard while she was here, in fairly
miserable circumstances for her. In May we had a Korean
fellow, Jonghyn Han ("Jon") who was a very hard worker, polite and
friendly. We were pleased to have him, and got the yard and
garden whipped into shape. I was surprised that he didn't
spend more time exploring the city as a tourist, but he was a fine
house guest so it didn't cause us undue concern. We'll see him
through the spring. He wants to go for a sail, and also attend
our jazz gig at the retirement home.
April 23rd. We visited Luc and Marnie's
house for the first time, right across the street from Arnd and
Stefanie's old house. Luc has a beautiful old 1881 Bechstein
6' 10" grand piano in his long narrow living room, that he had
restored. He'd searched for six months to find just the right
piano. I'm envious, but realistically, it is too much volume
for a small house, unless perhaps you use drapes and carpet to
dampen the sound. It works if you play trumpet or similar
instruments with it, but not guitars or un-amplified voice.
And it isn't portable, obviously. But Shaddha came over as well, and
we sang and played a few tunes: torchy ballads, jazz standards, a
Spanish theme song from a Netflix series, stuff like that.
Good fun, and a good break from the 60's-70's repertoire of the
guitar circle. Admittedly, it isn't the music that Elly, Ian
and Charles might enjoy, but they weren't there. Perhaps the
guitar circle group will split along divergent musical tastes, which
might be fun for me. I might get to do more challenging
material, and more complex and interesting older songs
On April 22nd we took the tarp off the boat and
did topsides cleaning and bottom paint. I serviced the
outboard and we mounted it. We splashed the boat at the club
on the 28th, while I also did a shift with Don Davies in the tow
boat. Finally in May the grass turned green and the garden
came back to life. We've enjoyed tulips, which arrived
late. In the week ahead we'll host another helper from
Britain, Chris Jeppesen, and we'll focus on cleaning and
commissioning the sailboat in time for Sailpast on June 2nd.
We arrived home from Costa
Rica at the end of March.