My diary entries now begin with the earliest entry at the top.
April 10th, 2014. We returned from
Vietnam to Toronto at the end of the third week of March.
This morning Lloyd emailed me from Nha Trang to give me a nudge to
get an update done to my blog, so I'm beginning our summer
diary. We've settled in at home, been depressed, and cursed
the weather for almost a month. It has been an unusually
cold, long spring. The snow has just melted, and there are
still a few piles of it here and there. Temperatures have
been below normal. Today it will be 14 degrees for the first
time - break out the sunscreen! I am going to play
outdoor tennis for the first time this season. Deborah is
doing fitness classes three or four times a week: cardio, zumba,
and yoga. I joined a badminton group at a nearby community
centre - I'm the only non-Chinese - and I'll be playing table
tennis there as well. Two days ago the organizers brought
baked goods and "weasel coffee". They were surprised and impressed
that I knew what it was. I play darts on Wednesdays at the
yacht club and we sing in a jazz choir on Thursdays, but apart
from that choir there isn't any music going on yet, so I'm just
working along to youtube with my piano and guitar. It's a
solitary pursuit but brings back my chops after four months of not
playing, so it is better than nothing.
We spent four days traveling to Montreal
to celebrate Deb's mother's 90th birthday. Her husband Fred
is 95, and he's fun to hang out with, very cheerful but difficult
to understand, probably a result of stroke damage. He made
us notepads with our names printed on each page which he'd
designed with his calligraphy skills. We visited Deb's
sister Judi and her sons Michael and Matthew, who proudly toured
us through their new condo purchase. On the way home we
over-nighted with my brother Rob in Buttermilk Falls, which is as
picturesque a place as it sounds, near Napanee, Ontario. I
picked up a selection of beers at the Napanee beer store and we
made an evening of tasting different flavours.
The yard and garden is a mess, of
course. I've begun clearing out the storage shed and our
first Helpxers will arrive in less than a week to help me rake and
tidy the yard, and prepare the sailboat for launch. We'll
scrape and paint the hull with anti-fouling paint. I got a
free gallon of a new brand of antifouling paint and primer in
return for promising to write a testimonial for the company.
That's a pretty good deal for me because a gallon of bottom paint
sells for well north of a hundred dollars. We'll be
reinstating our online garage sale and will return to the
house-purging project. The tulips are coming up, and the
irises are behind them. One purple icicle pansy has two
blossoms. With today's warmth, some other plants should soon
appear.
Now I'm off to play tennis, followed by
our annual trip to our tax accountant, followed by jazz
choir. Busy days. How's that, Lloyd?
Apr 13th. Yecch. I'm dealing with a
lot of back pain, caused - I think - by bending over chasing after
the ping pong ball two days ago. Deborah has a new
toy. Her sister gave her a smart phone, the first we've ever
owned, and she is learning all sorts of surprising new apps and
uses for it. I learned one too: I downloaded a piano tuning
app that I'll use this week to help me tune an old piano at the
community centre where I've begun playing badminton and table
tennis. I used to tune just by ear and a tuning fork, but
I'm hoping this new app will increase my speed and accuracy.
I might be able to start up a guitar circle there, for older
musicians - they seem to cater well to seniors - and maybe use the
piano and other instruments as well. I hear regularly from
the youngsters in Nha Trang, and the photos they post on Facebook
make us miss them and yearn to return. The tulips are coming
up in my garden, and I'm watching for buds - and for squirrels,
because those pesky little devils will bite off the buds if they
find them. Yesterday we spent the afternoon with Lis and
Lara at Lis' house. It's always fun to connect with the two
nieces. Life is good.
April 29th. My back is
better. It took a week to clear up, apparently from a
pinched nerve. We were able to prep the boat with a few days
of decent weather before launch. I won a gallon of
antifouling paint from a new manufacturer who wants to promote
their brand, so I prepped the hull and painted it with that.
We did the baking soda scrub on the topsides to clear up the
chalky gelcoat, and on the 23rd a Helpxer, Liz Voth,
arrived. She helped us apply protective wax, and polish the
topsides until they gleamed. We launched the boat on
Saturday, everything went smoothly and the motor ran like a
charm. I had serviced it in the driveway before taking it
down and mounting it, as usual.
Liz helped us clean up the yard and prep
the garden for spring, and our first green shoots are up, now
surrounded by the free red cedar mulch I scored from a garden
centre last year. I filled my truck for free in return for
cleaning up their messy pile of broken bags, with Ondrej's
help. The lungwort is blossoming alongside the icicle
pansies. Peonies and hostas are protruding from the soil,
and of course the tulips and irises and other bulbs are up,
although there are no blossoms yet. A few buds are forming.
We made an orthotics appointment and
discovered that we should have been going every two years.
Our insurance pays for replacements every two years, and the guy
we go to throws in free shoes. We could have had eight or
nine extra pair of new shoes between the two of us if we'd gone to
him each time we were entitled to new orthotics. I also
learned that he can restore older orthotics, replacing the
surfaces on top of the hard flexible plastic cores, and he won't
even charge us for that.
We've had family for dinner several
times. Lis and Lara came for Easter turkey (shouldn't we
have served rabbit?), and Sol and Marcy came. Our house is
always too cold for Marcy, it seems. We visited them in return for
a Passover lunch. Cynthia and Lis came by one evening after
Cynthia had come into town and the two of them had gone for
haircuts together.
This is Liz Voth's last day here.
She's gone to someone on Rod's street for two weeks, and a young
man from the U.S., Charlie Robinson, is arriving this
afternoon. The weather is still cold and miserable, so we'll
have to hope that we can dodge the wind and rain enough for him to
spend time continuing the garden prep. If it warms up a
little we'll put him to work on the boat as well, and Deb and I
will go down to step the mast. Charlie will be here for
eight days, until his room opens up in the university residence
where he'll be working for the summer. The residence becomes
a youth hostel for the summer months. He has to help them
with maintenance, and do some training before he can move in,
which is why he applied to stay with us for a week ahead of his
job there.
I tried to get a guitar circle going at
the yacht clubs, this time advertising at all four clubs, but so
far I haven't had much response, so I'm still hunting for people
to play keyboard and guitar with. I have rejoined the swing
band that played all winter. I was ambivalent, but they
asked me to fill the 3rd trumpet seat and carry them through a
couple of concerts coming in late May and in June. It's not
far from home. It helps to keep my lip in shape, and I don't
have any other outlet for playing trumpet at the moment, mostly
because I'm a stuck-in-the-mud when it comes to commuting very far
to rehearsals, so I said yes. The jazz choir continues
although I'm not sure that there's much point. There are no
performances scheduled, and now funding and leadership from the
union has dried up. Sheila is trying to keep it going with a
monthly member fee, which goes against the grain for me. I
spent so many years developing my chops and paying for lessons,
and then so many years getting paid to play and sing, that it is
hard to feel right about having to pay to sing. I'm happy to
play and sing for free, as part of my volunteer life, but not
really to pay for the opportunity, unless I'm learning new
skills. I'd pay for guitar lessons, and I'd teach piano to
others in return. But Scarborough is a wasteland for music
activities, frankly. Even the community centres have
absolutely nothing going on but guitar lessons for absolute
beginners. I volunteered to start a little band or guitar
circle at Hilltop CC. The director seemed keen on the idea,
but she hasn't acted on it yet. The facility was newly
opened two years ago, and it is well staffed, but it doesn't
appear that the staff do very much to earn their salaries.
There aren't many organized activities.
Even the "free table tennis for seniors"
that they publish doesn't actually happen. Two older
gentlemen - weekly regulars, apparently - hog the only table
available. There was a second table which was broken, but
they've done nothing to get it repaired or replaced. They
say they've applied for a new table but that it might take weeks
to get the approvals to actually receive one. Not very
impressive. They have a weight room supported by fees, an
under-utilized gym, and a number of classrooms that are empty most
of the time. And they have a kitchen that was used by a
disabled group one day that I was there. Not much vision in
the leadership and management, apparently. So, I play
badminton with a Chinese group there on Tuesdays, and I play
tennis with Don Davies, Jim Sawada and Paul Spurgeon once a week,
and that's all I've managed so far. Perhaps things will pick
up as the summer warmth and sunny days begin, but it feels like a
slow start to the summer, so far. Next spring I'm going to try to
arrange to return to Toronto in mid-April instead of mid-March.
May 7th.
Temperatures remain below average. Charlie Robinson was here
until yesterday, when he moved downtown to the hostel he'll be
working at for a month. We couldn't do much in the garden
because of rain, but he rebuilt the shelves in my shed, and built
me a tumbling composter from a 45 gallon plastic barrel we
scrounged. I have a dozen tulip buds. They're not open
yet, but all of my perennials are getting bigger and greener by
the day, and the lungwort is blossoming with its pink and purple
flowers.
On Monday evening I played my first
league tennis match of the season. Taxes are done and over
with for last year. The boat floats, but we haven't put up
the mast yet. We might try to do that this coming Sunday, if
it feels warm enough.
I'm going to start seedling trays today,
and hopefully have seedlings ready for the May 24th long
weekend. We usually plant earlier, but I'm a bit nervous
about the low temperatures. My neighbour Cho has had a crop
of greens in the ground for a month, and they're doing extremely
well. He doesn't know their English name, but they look a
little like beet tops. Last year they gave me beans they'd
saved for planting this year, so I'll try those on my
trellis. They had amazing beans last year. This
Saturday we'll get free city compost, and I'll invite them to join
me and bring their bins in my truck.
The swing band is going well, and I'm
finding time to practice trumpet, piano and guitar, although not
every day. I attempted to get a fresh guitar circle off the
ground at the yacht clubs, canvassing all four clubs this time,
but didn't get enough response to make it happen. We might
have three, possibly four of us, so far. Things like this
are often like a snowball that starts out quite small and seems to
take forever to get large, but eventually it does. However,
one response was a good lead for my volunteer work. A lady
named Bernice has invited me to join her in playing and singing to
seniors, especially dementia patients, at the Scarborough Centre
for Healthy Communities. It's something one can do in the
middle of the day, and is also a good musicians' networking
activity because she attracts many of them to join her on a
come-when-you-can basis.
May 8th, 2016. It's Mother's Day, so I
just got off the "phone" with Mom - which in this day and age,
means that I made a video call to her using Skype on my Android
tablet, as I've been doing for what seems like years
already. Every time I talk to her this way, I think about
how much the world has changed. In spite of all the other
people calling their mothers today, my call was in clear, high
quality video and audio the whole time, so seamless that one
begins to take it for granted and forget how frustrating these
connections could be "back in the day", which was literally only a
handful of years ago. I remember international phone calls
back and forth from Africa to Canada when I was a child, and how
disturbed and intermittent they could be; and yet how magical to
hear the voice of a family member almost eight thousand miles
away, twelve and a half thousand kilometres, as if they were in a
room just down the hall from us. Now the clarity makes it
seem that we are in the same room, sitting across from each other
over the same kitchen table, with voice over internet.
April has been cold. With
only a few genuinely warm days, the whole month was below
average. It will be this way for the first half of
May. Meanwhile, it is hot and dry in the west, and the Fort
McMurray fire has consumed 200,000 hectares, which is half the
size of the Greater Toronto Area (six former cities, amalgamated.)
"Eve" Yifang Wang is here for twelve
days, helping me to prep and plant the garden, and get the yard
tidied up. We won't set up the driveway container garden, so
there's a bit less to be done. I have run soaker hoses on a
timer under landscaping plastic, so watering will be simple, weeds
will be minimized and the soil won't dry out as quickly.
I've been able to start playing tennis
outdoors. We launched the sailboat, and I played a swing
band concert at Scarborough Civic Centre, a Music Monday swing
concert at Cornell Jr. P. S. and a "Bring Back the Swing" dance in
Brampton last night. The spring perennials are blooming and
the front yard and garden are already a fine place to stroll and
enjoy your coffee in the morning sunshine.
We attended Etta Snow's funeral at
Humbervale United, and reconnected with some of the few remaining
stalwarts of AMSF who were in attendance, including those in my
own age cohort.
Kevin the local newfie roofer added a second
layer of shingles to our roof after taking down our spalling
chimney, which we stopped using after a fireplace chimney
fire. These are thirty year shingles, so I doubt that I'll
be here when it needs to be done again.
I've surprised myself by writing a few
more pieces: Swan Song, and The Neighbours. Soon I may have
enough to create a small online digital anthology. I'm
hoping to make progress throughout the coming year toward taking
up Dad's thwarted attempt to write an historical novel about
Angola, to keep my promise to him.
We've had more trouble with our drains in
this old house, but we may have learned enough about their
condition to stay on top of the problems.
We spent a month going for physio, for
shoulders on opposite sides. I regained some range of motion in my
right shoulder but I can't say that I'm problem-free. And I
have to keep working on my left hand index finger on my own.
I've got a swollen tendon and fused nerve that is causing some
numbness, probably from making barre chords on the wide, flat neck
of my classical guitar which I've been using for folk music,
although one of the banjos might have been responsible. The
physio guy Vince says there's scar tissue and calcium deposits
that have to be broken down and worked away.
We had a short but nice visit with Lissy,
who stayed overnight. We've been to two CPS dinners at
Cathedral Bluffs Yacht Club this month and each came away with a
bottle of wine from the second one, so we've had the cost of our
annual dues covered. We spend some time each week learning
German in preparation for our trip, which is coming up fast.
All of our regular activities continue, so we stay busy to the
point of fatigue on some days. Travel will bring respite
even though it is often equally fatiguing in its own way.
Upon our return there will be a more relaxed summer of less music,
not too much weeding, more tennis and finally also some sailing.
May 9th. Normally I
wouldn't update so soon after my last diary entry, but we went to
the Power Squadron annual dinner this evening to ensure that they
had a quorum for the annual meeting. It was at CBYC anyway,
so we were in familiar territory that we're fond of. For our
annual membership of only $42 for the two of us, we were served a
delicious dinner and both of our tickets were drawn in the door
prize raffle so we came home with a bottle each of top shelf red
and white wine. That was a red letter day, worth
mentioning.
Tomorrow Steven and Sandra, a couple of
twenty-somethings from France, will arrive to stay with us for two
weeks as part of their cross-Canada tour. That should be
fun, and good timing, since time for early planting has arrived
and there's still some prep to do in the yard and veggie garden
before we can bring home the seedlings and get it all started for
the season. I counted fifteen tulip buds today. The
first should open tomorrow or the next day. The forecast
promises us highs of 22 for two days straight - finally!
Soon we'll get the mast on the boat and go for our first sail.
May 18th. Today
should be the last day for seed planting. We've already put in
some seedlings and we may add more depending on how the seeds do,
and how well my own seedling trays produce. Steven and
Sandra have helped us a great deal: Steve, with limited English,
works well on his own once I showed him how to find his way around
my tool room. He has built me shed shelves and a new pallet
planter for a vertical herb garden. The three of us created
a burn barrel with an older "legacy" steel garbage can and some
extra stove pipe I've had lying around for thirty years. It
works very well and doubles as a patio heat source. It is
much safer than an open fire. I've yet to see a spark coming
out of the stovepipe, but if that begins to happen we'll ball up
some chicken wire and stuff it in as a spark arrester. I
will continue collecting discarded pallets and giving my Helpxers
projects made from pallet wood, which work well in sheds and
basements. They are not fine furniture but they can also be
cleaned, stained and varnished, or painted, for outdoor
projects. I have a seven foot shoe rack in mind for one
corner of the basement, raised wooden planter boxes and various
trellis structures for beans and squash leaves in the
garden. Even if they only last a few years, they will be
free. Once they're past their usefulness, I now have a burn
barrel to dispose of them.
The first job we put Steven and Sandra to the
day after they arrived was to spend Saturday loading the truck
with free city compost, organized by the local counselor. We
made three trips and filled 25 containers with black earth and
leaf compost. We worked them all into the soil of the back
beds over subsequent days. We have planted, or will
plant, a wider variety of plants than last year, partly due to our
visit to the seed exchange called Seedy Saturday at a local high
school. We have six kinds of basil, rosemary, sage, two
kinds of garlic, leaks and green onions, four kinds of low bush
beans, two kinds of trellis beans, three kinds of lettuce,
arugula, rapini, kale, spinach, carrots, about eight different
tomatoes including some heritage and "sauce" varieties, beefsteak
tomatoes, and cherry tomatoes, including some trellis climbing
varieties and a white tomato. We have three kinds of squash,
zucchini, okra, three kinds of eggplant, potatoes in vertical
growing bins, Alaskan peas, and of course strawberries and
raspberry canes. We might still have room for a few things I
haven't thought of yet. The garden is large and will look
lush and amazing by July.
Deb and I went to a movie in a real cinema, as
opposed to our living room wall: the Grand Hotel of
Budapest. I kinda prefer watching movies at home, although
our projector bulb seems to be dimming a little (maybe it's just
our aging eyes...?) We've reconnected with several friends:
Rod, Ian and Ursula, Lawrence and Joan, Greg and Christine.
We've had a visit from Lis and Cynthia, and Rob and Cynthia will
visit us when they come into town this coming Friday. We've
gotten caught up with our favourite sitcoms. I play darts at
the club every Wednesday evening, and we've had our Suzuki decal
removed and a door dent repaired - an insurance claim from a lady
in a truck who let her door swing open in a windstorm at a mall
parking lot last fall. I've just finished fermenting my
second carboy of home-brewed (alcoholic) ginger beer since we got
home. It is strong, sweet, useful for entertaining, and a
staple beverage for me. Alles in ordnung (and as I've
recently learned, in Bavarian = Es paßt schön!
and in Berlinerisch = Alles in Butter!)
The music scene is heating up. I've
been to the swing band for a few weeks and will play in a concert
on Tuesday the 20th. Matthew Parker's jazz jam met again and
I really enjoyed getting back to creative spontaneous improv
soloing, in contrast to my 3rd trumpet seat in the swing band,
where I have to play
all the interior harmony notes and have only the sound of the
melody that the leads are playing to use as a reference
point. That's often a challenge inside the jazz chords
that the arrangers choose. We sightread our way through a
suitcase full of charts at most weekly get-togethers; before an
actual performance the band chooses a programme of tunes they
like and feel comfortable playing, and does just one quick
run-through of them the week before. I often wish I had
perfect pitch so I'd know if I was playing the right note every
time. For the next three days, I'll be studying those
charts, and trying to find the right arrangements on youtube to
play along with, to make sure I know them as well as the rest of
the old pros do.
As to guitar and piano, several advertised
jams have been cancelled because of the Mother's Day weekend and
now the long weekend when people open cottages, shop for plants
for their gardens and stick them in the ground. When they
happen, there are three local regular weekly jams that I can
attend, in addition to the swing band and jazz choir, and an
invitation from a lady to play and sing with her, entertaining
seniors with dementia and other disabilities on Friday
afternoons. I love it when I can turn something I love to
do on my own into my volunteer or charitable undertakings.
It's my contention that everyone should spend part of their
lives doing those things, and to do music is perfect for
me. The other thing I still do is coaching Vietnamese
students and
editing their
résumés and English essays - at a distance, by email and using
collaborative google docs.
One neat trick I suddenly realized is that I
can transpose the old British Yamaha keyboard that Rod gave me
down a tone into Bb and play jazz chords with my left hand that
are listed in the charts, to help me figure out trumpet parts
and solos. In an era of Youtube, one can quickly come up
to speed on jazz voicings and useful tricks and exercises, learn
guitar scales, chords and fretboard tricks, and so on.
Playing alone at home is more interesting and enjoyable now than
it ever was in previous decades. The major trick is to
learn how to calendar my time each day to squeeze in practice
routines between gardening and other demands.
June 1st. We just got back
from an
overnight club cruise to RCYC.
We had a social pot luck with the twenty-three boats who came in
our fleet from Highland. The organizers set up a sushi
construction crew along the benches of two picnic tables, and each
boat contributed an hors d'ouevres plate as well, so we were
absolutely stuffed. After "starters", we couldn't eat the
food we'd brought along for our dinner. RCYC lent Deb and me
two bicycles and a canoe to get around in. We were a bit of
a walk from the clubhouse, and the club is spread over 23 acres on
four islands. We would have sailed there and back from
Scarborough, but the wind was on the nose going yesterday, and
coming back again today, so we had to motor both ways, about a two
hour trip each way not counting all the preparation before leaving
and the packing away at the end of the trip. Except for the
wind direction, we had great weather - very cool on the water, but
very sunny. When we got back to HYC, we put Deborah up the
mast in the bosun's chair, to attach a spinnaker halyard and block
to the very top of the mast. We'd forgotten to clip it on
when we stepped the mast a few weeks ago. Deborah doesn't
like roller coasters, but she enjoys the ride up the mast and back
down.
The garden is
doing well, thanks to long days and the help of our Helpx
guests. Right now Ondrej is back for 28 days. We've
set up ropes for squash vines, part of my "vertical/high yield
gardening" exploration. I lost most of my okra and eggplant
seedlings - inexplicably, until two nights ago, when sitting at
the backyard patio with Lara, I spotted a brown rat scampering
across my garden. That's the first wild rat I've ever seen
in Scarborough, in the thirty years that I've lived here, although
I recently heard that they're becoming common. I'd blamed my
losses on squirrels or pill bugs. I never imagined that a
rat could be eating my seedlings, although interestingly, a few
days earlier Deb and I acquired an empty plastic composter from a
neighbour that had a hole chewed in one of the access doors.
I'm furiously trying to propagate new seedlings so that I have the
number of plants I'd hoped to grow in my garden this season.
Deb and I trained for the Provincial
election last Tuesday. We'll spend a long thirteen hour day
working as Deputy Returning Officers in charge of two of the polls
on June 12th. We did it once before few years ago, so we
know the routine, but it is a complex process with very tightly
controlled rules to be followed. We get paid, though.
The previous Tuesday I played at a
retirement home with my swing band. That was fun. I
posted a short video on Youtube to show what we sounded like: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wz460lgTcI4
Everything else continues as earlier
described. I played a Sunday afternoon jam for a couple of
hours with John Hope at the Black Bear Pub, and we had the annual
dinner meeting of the Retired Teachers of Ontario.
June was a great month for
gardening, and a June 9th garden photo album is here.
It includes some photos of sailing on our annual Sailpast
ceremony. After Ondrej left, John and Linda arrived from New
Zealand via the rest of the world - eleven years of backpacking
through seventy-five other countries. They're our age, also
retired teachers, and have a similar, if only slightly more
extreme attitude about seeing the world before you find yourself
in one tiny plot of it below the soil. They retired around
the age of fifty. John reversed our back doors, and I
treated the rotten sill and built it up with fibreglass resin and
a beveled board sill to encourage run-off, while Linda did days
and days of weeding, created wool verticals for the squash vines,
and hunted the squash patch for yellow and black cucumber beetles
- we'd had an infestation not long before she arrived.
We got to take John and Linda out for a sail,
along with my nieces Lis and Lara, who've delighted us with their
visits several times this month.
June is planting month, but I learned the value
of starting seeds much earlier, indoors, and keeping them out of
the garden until the soil warms up in June. Some things
should be staggered plantings. For example we can seed
lettuce and other greens every two weeks, for a staggered
harvest. There are lots of heat-loving plants that we like
to grow such as eggplant, okra, and peppers, but there's no point
putting them into the soil in May, as seeds or even as purchased
seedlings. Leafy greens and peas do well early in the
spring, especially kale seedlings, but for early edibles it's
still better to do your early spring planting into
containers. I've learned that container gardening on the
pavement allows plants to grow in black planters that absorb the
heat. They grow much healthier and faster that way in the
spring, so I created a "milk crate garden" on my driveway, with
John's help to mix the soil and load the crates. My tumbling
composter is creating compost in two weeks flat, even in the
shade, and it is a white barrel. I'm going to paint it black and
see how much faster it works.
There's a second photo album
here that shows the sail with John and Linda and the nieces,
as well as the state of the garden by June 30th. The squash
vines are already up to the ropes that I ran above the garden, so
that we can walk between them while they get the maximum amount of
sunshine. We'll have an enormous squash harvest from quite a
small area. We'll have an awful lot of tomatoes, zucchinis,
okra and eggplant as well The bean trellis is extremely
successful and already producing. Next year I'll just do
beans on the trellis. There's no point doing vining tomatoes
there as well. John made duckboards from my reclaimed pallet
wood boards, to stroll through the garden just above the soil,
which will be especially important after a rainstorm or when I use
my elevated sprinkler.
Tennis is a joy, and there's a tiny bit of
music going on. We had our first uke jam, to which members
of the jazz choir came once the choir was shut down for the
summer. They'll meet every Thursday, at someone else's house
each time. They were at our house for the first
get-together. We went to a party at Sheila's and watched the
fireworks from Woodbine Beach. We had several BBQ's with Ian
and Ursula, and with Rod. Deb and I worked the Provincial
election. With John and Linda here to handle the garden, mow
the lawn and trim the hedge, I was able to take a few days to
re-tile my bathroom, and the upper and lower landing in the back
hallway, which is quite a cosmetic improvement.
Aug 2nd. On
July 6th we arrived in Alberta. We spent a week with Mom and
my siblings in Camrose and Edmonton, and connected with Arnd and
Stefani, Silken and Una. We attended Dylan's and Georgie's
wedding and met Margaret, Larry and Maya, with whom I share an
education background and a Zambian experience.
Upon our return to Toronto, the rest of July
was wet, and temperatures were a little below normal. It was
very pleasant weather, and we never regretted our lack of an air
conditioner, but the plants grow slowly in those conditions.
In previous years there has always been a heat wave in July that
lasts for up to two weeks, and we always expect our tomatoes to
ripen at that time. We didn't eat our first ripe tomato this
year until the very end of July, and we still haven't eaten our
second. We ate a lot of beans, peas and salad greens of all
sorts. Chao's pole beans are finished for the season, it
appears, so I'm starting a second germination and we'll see if we
will also eat those beans in September. I suspect that we
should start fresh plants every couple of weeks if we want to eat
them steadily through the summer. The scarlet runner beans
fruit later, so we're still enjoying those. I might try both
types on a longer rope trellis on the north side of the garden
next summer.
Today is officially "the mid-point of the
summer for gardeners", and I am learning a great deal about what
is possible in containers and driveway planters. I
planted bulb fennel, which I'm told is a good crop to plant in
mid-summer for a fall harvest. Deb buys the bulbs, which she
loves to eat with fish dishes, for $2 apiece, so if I can grow
them that'll save a little money. We ate two eggplants from
the seedlings we bought in May, but none of my own plants have
produced yet, although they're flowering well. My milk crate
okra are blossoming and fruit is forming; the ones in the garden
are very much slower. We have large, healthy winter squash
in four varieties, including spaghetti squash, which we didn't
plant. I think the seed company slipped a few into the seed
packets to play a joke on us. We are getting more zucchinis
and yellow crookneck summer squash than we can eat. The
green bunching onions are amazing, the lettuces are astonishing,
and there's no shortage of food. Only the cantaloupe hasn't
succeeded, but it does in the Windsor/Leamington area so I have
high hopes for a few that seem to be thriving in containers.
The ones I planted in the ground, however, were a total
bust.
The tomatillos are still small but very
numerous. The peas are still producing, and if we pick them
young and flat enough, are lovely in salad, pods and all.
We've learned that there are "baby leeks" that you can plant each
month from March to June, and harvest each batch ten weeks later -
another thing we'll try next year. I'm planning next year's
garden effort based on the notes I'm writing every couple of weeks
this summer, noting what has been successful when, and where, and
in what size of container. Here's my mid-summer
slideshow of the garden project.
We enjoyed Bill and Jan's Beaches Jazz Festival
gathering, and a Pirate Day at HYC, and a cruise to Mimico yacht
club - although, spooked by the weather forecast and the wind
direction, Deb and I actually drove to the cruise supper party and
back in our car. When people commented on having the wind on
the nose all the way down the coast, and asked, "Did you motor all
the way?", we answered truthfully, "Yes, we did..."
After we returned on July 12th, Borja and Lara
arrived from their Fort Erie Helpx the next day. They will
be here for a month, and they are searching for work before
activating their one year work visas. They went to Buffalo
and spent a week with our friend Karen Yan - her first experience
as a Helpx host - while we went to Kingsville, to a bed and
breakfast called the Woodbridge House. We were going to go
to Chautauqua, to Karen's cottage, for a few days, but got scared
off by the weather forecast once again. Borja and Lara
returned early to Toronto so that Lara could attend a job
interview. We thought they'd spend a few nights at our house
alone, but as it turned out, they were walking south up the street
from the bus stop and arrived in front of our house just as we
arrived by car, driving north up the street. All four of us
turned into the driveway at the same instant, after several days
away.
Apart from gardening more intensely than in any
previous year, we've mostly just been hanging out with
friends. Rod is in the process of finding a new house to
rent prior to moving out of his house on Eastmoor, which has been
sold. Tennis continues weekly, and I've been impressing
myself with my serve game lately, beating people I wasn't
confident that I could hold out against before, people who play
more frequently than I do and who are more fanatic and
competitive. The new music tradition, a weekly Thursday
evening ukulele party to replace our weekly jazz choir habit
through the winter, remains a popular summer option. There
are usually a dozen or more people in attendance, gathering at a
different host's house each week.
All in all, it is a good summer so far.
Retirement has been great, and as we enter the second half of our
fifth year of it, things keep getting better. We are not
slowing down. Having Helpx helpers for the past two summers
has been a major boost to our lives, allowing me more time for my
personal interests and allowing me to undertake projects that I
might otherwise simply have thought about doing, and never gotten
around to. If nothing else, the young Helpxers get me out of
my chair and out into the garden to work with them every morning,
supervising and dreaming up chores for them, and doing a lot of
other chores myself in tandem.
Aug 15th. The
beginning of August is considered the mid-point of the gardening
season, and sure enough, even though we never got the heat wave
that usually ripens our tomatoes in July, the vegetation is
settling back. The zucchinis are getting slow and tired, and
the squash leaves withering. The garden looks a little like
the thinning head of hair on a man getting older. The last
four days have been really cold, to the point that I put on long
pants and a jacket. I usually wear shorts into
October. Some people are calling this month
"Aug-tober". The good news is that we're finally eating our
own tomatoes. The tomatillos aren't big enough yet. We
have okra fruit but just a few - in containers. The garden
planted ones were a bust, as were the eggplants. Our
container eggplants are much bigger and healthier. We're
still getting a few zucchinis, beans, peas, lots of greens, and we
have over twenty winter squash of four types on my rope course set
up for the vines. The fennel was a mistake. It said
bulb fennel on the package but it wasn't the Florence Fennel that
internet sources say to look for, and no bulbs are actually
forming. Low bush beans are prolific, as is kale and
lettuces. I've done a mid-summer start on some fresh trellis beans
to see if there's enough time left in the growing season to get
them up and producing.
Instead of cantaloupe, that seed packet
seemed to contain "fuzzy melon", a hairy cucumber sort of thing
with a smooth skin once you rub off the fuzz. None of them
are large enough to eat, and there were several plants that had
tiny yellow blossoms that produced no fruit, so I have no
cantaloupe. Next summer I'll start with more a more
reputable seed company. I've got a good set of notes now to
guide my planting next spring, to time everything well and get
just the right amount of the right kinds of produce. It'll
be less work than this year, and I have all the containers I'll
need and other equipment like my potting table, pots and
containers, trellis ropes and posts.
We haven't had much excitement in the
past two weeks, apart from taking a Big Sister and her "little"
out for a sail. That was a club event. Apart from
that, uke night continues at a different home each time, and we
learned to play a new game called Wizard with Laurence and
Joan. Borja and Lara have gone to Jan and Bill's on the
12th, and that seems to be working out okay for all concerned.
Sept 5th. I
have spent many days in a row dealing with our friend Rod Smith's
household overflow. He sold his house, but rented a much too
small storage locker. He said it was the largest he could
afford until the sale of his house closed, but after he filled it
he panicked and began to toss everything left over from his home
onto his front lawn. He'd left the organization of his move
much too late, and had no idea how much stuff he actually had, or
how long it would take to deal with. He was clearly a
drowning man in need of rescue. He's a creative fellow, very
linguistic and musical, but also scatterbrained and eccentric at
times. He doesn't handle pressure well. In addition to
moving the stuff he was taking to Bill and Jan's house in my
truck, which took a couple of trips, I couldn't stand the sight of
all that accumulated value going to landfill, so I took it upon
myself to store it for him. I have his BBQ, lawnmower, deck
furniture, garden tools, furniture, bags full of books and cd's,
paint, cleaning and garden chemicals, all sorts of stuff.
Not only did it require multiple loads in the truck to get it
here, but then many more hours of unpacking and sorting to fit it
all into what we already have ourselves in this tiny house.
I've been combining libraries, workshop items, and gardening
equipment. Someday it'll be in the new home he buys, or
we'll find other people who need or want that stuff. He did
have an excellent personal library, with very eclectic,
renaissance-man interests in addition to a solid collection of the
classics. I told him I'd sell some of it to cover my gas and
time.
We took Bill, Jan and Judy out for a
sail, then had Xavier and Mary Wynn-Williams for a garden tour
with salad and ginger beer, and later took Lissy and Xavier
sailing. Don brought Jacqueline over to see the garden and
have beer on my patio. Lissy and Lara both visited
separately, and I began teaching piano to Nicole and her mom
Brenda. Chris and Mishi came for gazpacho and a six hour
visit. We had a visit with Lawrence and Joan and learned to
play a card game called Wizard. Andrew Chung suddenly landed
a permanent contract - lucky guy! So many others wait years for
their permanent contract. He dropped by, very pleased,
relieved and excited, to say thank you for everything we've done
over the years to help him get to this place, since he and his
young bride Fifi stepped off the plane from Hong Kong and came to
live in our basement apartment on Macintosh Street. Now his
son Christoff has just earned honours in both grade ten piano and
violin, and Andrew is very proud and content, since he feels that
Christoff's future is now secured. With grade ten in piano
and violin, he has options. It opens the door to a teaching
career with benefits and a pension if he wants it, and will always
be something for him to fall back on.
Aaron came from Quito and stayed
with us for two nights while he waited for his university
residence room to be assigned to him, and we delivered him to the
residence along with his belongings, which he has stored in our
basement for the past two summers while he's been on summer
break. Tonight Nada and Tony have arrived, a Couchsurfing
couple from the Czech Republic who spent the winter skiing in
western Canada and then worked at a fishing lodge in
Manitoba. They are currently touring eastern Canada in a
rental car on their way home after a year in Canada, and they'll
stay three nights with us. They have tickets to see a Cirque
du Soleil show called Kurios.
While they are here, tomorrow Sol and Marcy will come for lunch
and I have to show off my newly acquired skill with the banjo he
gave me. In the evening we're invited to Brent's for a
"newfie music night", so I'll be playing guitar. I've been
playing guitalele every Thursday evening through the summer.
All this is on top of the usual round of
musical activities, several per week; tennis, darts, and other
routine parts of our schedule. So we've been very, very busy
since my last entry. I'm actually bordering on exhausted, and
ready for a little less to happen, so that I can catch my breath
and start dealing with the mountain of "stuff" in the house.
Our dishwasher gave up the ghost, so we
looked at several second hand ones and even brought one home but
it didn't work. Everyone wanted too much for their used
dishwasher, so we decided to buy a new one at the Sears Outlet
store. Portable dishwashers are hard to find. There
was only one there, but with a good sale price and a repair ticket
on top, Deb assumed it had been refurbished and all checked out,
and she bought it. It didn't work. It had never
worked, apparently, and the one "repair" that had been done hadn't
been successful. Some repair person got paid for nothing
more than filling out a repair ticket and ripping off Sears.
So she's washing dishes by hand for two or three weeks while we
wait for the repairman to order a motor. Fortunately, being
still new, it comes with a one year warranty, so we don't have to
pay for the new motor.
We are eating more and more eggplant and
okra now. We have bushels of tomatoes and still some beans,
and some red-skinned potatoes. We're now eating the winter
squash plus still a few yellow crookneck summer squash. Not
to mention kale, swiss chard, etc. We're eating the "fuzzy
melons" now, and the tomatillos, which have come on thick and
fast. So we're eating a lot of gazpacho and a lot of
ratatouille, usually with ground chicken, melted cheese, chipotle
and other sauces. It's always delicious, and never exactly
the same. It tastes like good health in a bowl, and I never
tire of it. I get a great kick out of having harvested
everything that's in it from our own garden.
Oct 1st. We had a nice
farewell BBQ with Lissy, who has - sadly for us - now moved to
Vancouver, and we finally got to take Rob and Cynthia out on the
lake for a sail.
The jazz jam continues, and the
weekly uke jam, the rock jam, and the jazz choir. Our
musical life is rich now: famine all summer, and feast in the
fall. I found a fortnightly uke jam at the Stone Cottage, in
the upstairs room where I celebrated my retirement. Deb has
attended a five week experience with the Sweet Adelines. I'm
exploring other playing opportunities, and considering whether to
resurrect the weekly HYC jam.
Our Helpx helper Werner Matz arrived on
the 15th and stayed until this morning. He was a solid
asset, a good hard worker for two hours of each day, and also a
very good dart player. While he was here I purchased better
darts and enjoyed improvement at the weekly HYC darts
gathering. Today Yuko is arriving from Barrie to stay with
us through most of October, and there's a Korean teacher, Genie,
who will be here for one week of the month as well.
I'm still playing frostbite tennis.
We enjoyed Octoberfest at HYC, which included a race in which I
came dead last. When we arrived back at our slip I put the
motor in reverse and watched an enormous mass of stringy weeds
drift away from the front of my keel. That was a sad
lesson. Next time I'll have to be sure to back the boat up
once we get out on the lake, to clear any weeds from our keel
before we try to participate in the race. We'll soon have to
drop our mast, so there might be only a week or two of sailing
left. The weeds have become a painful problem for getting in
and out of our club area anyway. It happens every
fall. Sailing isn't much more than a four month season, even
though the boats are in the water for six months of the
year. The cradles will be positioned on the club parking lot
on the third weekend of October, and Haul-out will happen on the
fourth weekend, at which point we'll tarp the boat for the winter
and bring the motor home to winterize and store until spring.
The garden is slowly being rolled up, yet
there are fresh zucchinis and Barbara butternut squashes growing,
and a fresh crop of beans that I believe will last until our first
frost, expected by Oct 19th (50% probability). We have our
September raspberries now but they're also coming along very
slowly. Everything in the garden was late all summer long,
after the previous harsh winter. But we're eating enormous meals
of squash, ratatouille with ground chicken, Asian chicken and
beans, and now delicious Eggplant Parmesan, which Deb has been
cooking for the first time. I had 46 eggplants, of which
about 20 were planted early enough and in large enough pots to
produce harvest-able fruit. We're still eating green onions,
swiss chard, beans, okra, eggplant, tomatoes in all sizes,
tomatillos, squash, some remnants of lettuce including a late
planting, and jalapeno peppers. This will be our diet for
another three weeks into October. We began by eating our
first greens in June, so that's over four months of home-grown
food, not to mention green tomatoes that will ripen into December
and produce that we've frozen. Next year I'll start my
seedlings as soon as we return in the spring, and set them on the
driveway in pots until the garden is warm enough to receive
them. I'll practice staggered planting through the summer,
and see if I can stretch the season of fresh home-grown meals to
seven months.
Oct 14th, Monday,
Thanksgiving. We've had our first southern Ontario frost on
Saturday morning, but were unaffected in Toronto. We're
close to the lake and have the big city warm air envelope to
protect us. The forecast is for above freezing right through until
Hallowe'en, with a high of 24 tomorrow which "feels like 32".
Urban farming works. We wondered about moving to Ontario's
"100 mile peninsula" a.k.a. the "sunshine coast" of Ontario, but
it is only a short distance further south and I think our heat envelope makes up for their geographic
advantage. Close proximity to garden centres and supplies,
and being on city water mains, is a major advantage for an urban
farmer.
We've had a resurgence of
zucchinis and a few small Barbara butternut squashes.
Tomatoes are still abundant, and eggplants still growing.
We've had great Eggplant Parmesan, and fried eggplant.
We're still picking beans. I did a mid-summer bean
planting, but my original spring planting of bush beans is also
still producing. The midsummer planting of fennel is ready
to create fish dishes with, and the swiss chard and hardy kale
is still healthy. In general, though, the garden is slowing down
and shifting into winter mode, and we are pulling plants one by
one as they signal that they're done for the season.
Werner went to a farm to try a fresh
Helpx adventure, but returned after one day, an escapee from his
remote misadventure. The next day a young lady Simone,
also German, followed him to Toronto, abandoning the farmer, who
was demanding many more hours of work from her than was
reasonable or implied by any sort of Helpx guidelines.
She'd agreed to stay until Oct 22nd but Werner gave her the
courage to leave after two weeks of 8 hour days, seven days a
week, and we found her a much nicer place to stay, at Bill and
Jan's. She'd been very unhappy but felt that she had a
"contract" with the farmer, even though she was working for
free, and he'd be in hot water if the gov't found out what he
does with his helpers. Werner stayed here a few more days
before heading to Montreal and Ottawa, but he'll return again
this week on his way home to Berlin from Pearson Airport, long
enough to have supper and play darts with us again at HYC on
Wednesday evening.
Kyung Ho made us Korean BBQ
called "Bulgogi" yesterday. It is essentially marinated
pork sirloin strips with veggies in a wok, served over
rice. Afterward we taught her and Yuko to play crockinole
and farkle. Today
the three of us worked for four hours in the garden and the
girls cleaned out my truck, while Deb put together a full
traditional Canadian Thanksgiving feast, complete with turkey,
stuffing, pumpkin pie - the works, including our own rosemary, butternut squash,
and as many other of our own garden ingredients as she could
manage.
After a digestive break and nap, we watched the Great Pumpkin
Charlie Brown short from 1966 and then talked about Hallowe'en
and tried to watch a scary movie to get them into the concept,
but within the first five minutes of Night of the Living Dead
(which I'd never seen) Kyung Ho fell off her chair when the
first zombie attacked the lady visiting her mother's grave in
the country cemetery. Kyung Ho ran out of the room and we
couldn't entice her back until we switched to Love Actually,
which, oddly, I can't recall ever having seen before either,
although I'm always ready to watch a romantic comedy.
Nov 1st. It's cold
today, and we're getting our first early, wet snowfall, with big
flakes sticking to cana lily leaves and the lawn. I'll have
to haul in everything green and see what we can salvage by putting
it directly into the pot. Here
are photos of some of the activity at our house during the
month of October.
The past two weeks has been a medical adventure for
me. I woke up one morning wondering if Deb had elbowed me in
the eye overnight, but the problem didn't go away. After a
few days I headed off to my optometrist to ask if my retina was
detaching. The bottom periphery of my field of vision in my
left eye was disappearing. The retina was okay, so he sent
me to an ophthalmologist the following Monday morning. After
a battery of tests and an optic nerve scan, I went through an
urgent series of appointments. My vision seemed to have
clouded up further over the weekend. First they drew blood
and my family physician sent me to Emergency at Toronto East
General, where they administered prednisone right away. I
spent the whole day having the blood tests repeated, got studied
by a second opthalmologist, got a CT scan, yet another blood test,
and a referral the next day to a rheumatologist. The
rheumatologist booked me for a temporal artery biopsy in my left
temple and an appointment with a neurologist colleague. I'll
have follow-ups with the first ophthalmologist and probably with
some of the other specialists. The chief suspicion is that I
have giant cell arteritis accompanied by, and maybe triggered by,
polymyalgia rheumatica which went undiagnosed all summer. My
complaint of neck pain at my annual physical was put down to
run-of-the-mill arthritis. The biopsy will be the best
determinant. If it is giant cell arteritis, I'll be lucky
that we caught it before it spread further. Some of the
vision loss may be irreversible, but it could have spread to both
eyes, and to other arteries in the body, even to the point of
causing aneurism and death if it got to the heart arteries.
I have a band of obscurity across my left eye beginning just below
the pupil, from about the horizontal axis, down to the bottom of
the field of vision. If I close my right eye and look in the
mirror with just my left eye, I can see my eyes but not my nose or
mouth. I have to work around that to read music charts and
see the piano keyboard under my fingers.
As if that weren't bad enough, I have a appointment
on Nov 12th to discuss a recurrence of kidney stones, for the
third time. They seem to come at four year intervals.
If I need surgery or targeted ultrasound ("shock wave
lithotripsy") I won't get an appointment until at least
mid-December, which will cause us to cancel our flights to Buenos
Aires and delay our escape from the ice and snow and the cold of
winter. It won't be all bad. I have a lot of sorting
work to do in the basement which doesn't get done much in the
summer months while we're enjoying the outdoors, and I can play
music and indoor tennis. Maybe we'll find a Helpx helper who
can shovel snow.
We enjoyed having Yuko and Kyung Ho here as Helpxers
during October. They came separately, but their visits overlapped
because of some last minute changes to both their dates.
They got along well and were able to work together in the
garden. They even made a side trip to Ottawa together.
One highlight of their stay here was my birthday party.
Another was when Deb made them both their first traditional
Canadian thanksgiving dinner, with turkey and all the side
dishes.
Yesterday we delivered Yuko to stay for the next two
weeks with our friends Bill and Jan. She was here for most
of October, although she took side trips to Buffalo, Niagara
Falls, Montreal and Ottawa. She signed up for a month of
morning ESL classes which continue until she goes home in
mid-November. She was one of the best Helpxers we've ever
had, in terms of how polite and quiet she was, how uncomplaining,
and how easily she adapted to our house. Some helpers find
it difficult to mold themselves into the sort of guest who can
share our space without requiring Deborah to adjust her own
peaceful routines and her standards of kitchen usage, cleanliness
and organization, and scheduling. But Yuko was
perfect. Her last act with us was to experience carving her
first pumpkin, and at Bill and Jan's she got to "shell out" and
then go to a Hallowe'en party dressed as Minnie Mouse in one of
Jan's many costumes. Jan is a prolific sewer who loves making her
own dresses and costumes, and often wears 50's styles just for
fun.
For one week we also had Kyung Ho Yoo from Korea, a
slender, energetic fireball who was loud and full of laughter -
quite opposite to Yuko, but she also got along well with Deborah,
who enjoyed her sense of fun. Kyung Ho went to another Helpx
host after her week with us but quickly begged us to come back,
and we had to put her up in our basement on an air bed. Like
Werner before her, who did the same thing, she discovered that not
all Helpx hosts are made equally, and not all are completely
upfront in their expectations.
Werner appeared to find it odd that we (mostly
Deborah, but me too) have a prescriptive list of rules and
expectations which we expect our helpers to read and agree to
before they decide to come here. From the comments in his
review, he apparently imagined that some of those expectations
would be a bit more relaxed in reality. They weren't.
When he put chicken that he didn't like in our composter, Deborah
scolded him for attracting raccoons and not heeding what she'd
written in her set of instructions for staying here. That
set him back on his heels, and was reflected in his review of us
as a host. There were one or two other minor incidents that
might have stung his pride a little; but that's nothing compared
to the chaos and disappointment of arriving at a remote farm host
and discovering that they were perhaps purposefully vague in their
expressed expectations, and in some cases simply dishonest.
He also begged us to take him back after only a day on the farm,
which we did, and we helped another escapee from the same
farm.
I experienced, second-hand through our helpers, some
surprisingly negative experiences of the Helpx system. To
begin with, frankly, Werner's review of us as hosts disappointed
me. He was snide about the strict adherence to the rules
he'd agreed to in advance, and claimed he was being honest because
we'd told him that honest reviews were important in the Helpx
system; but although we gave him more than 100% of everything I'd
advertised in writing in return for his minimal amount of labour,
Werner only rated us at 80% (four stars out of five), presumably
because of his wounded pride in accepting Deborah's
scolding.
At Ontario wage rates, helpers stay with us for
about half of what they'd pay in cash for a private room in a
hostel, and they get the use of bicycles for free, and lots of
free car rides. Deb does their laundry for free, they get
free garden produce, travel advice, job help, books to read,
guitar and piano to play, and free wifi. It was a real
disappointment not to get top marks as hosts from him, especially
since we also took him back in at the last minute when he wanted
to escape from the farm. Some people are very hard to
please. Fortunately, he is the rare exception in our list of
twenty three different Helpx guests over the past two
summers. The only others we haven't had 100% approvals from
were a young French guy with attitude who'd stretch a 1/2 hour job
into his two hour daily shift - his own female partner
characterized him as "lazy!" - and another young man who'd work
for his two hours and then spend most of the rest of his days in
his bedroom surfing the wifi, during some gorgeous summer
days. We couldn't figure out why he'd bothered buying an
airline ticket to see another corner of the world, instead of just
sitting at home all summer and exploring the world online. I
hate an 80% rating - I consider it "damning with faint praise",
and in our case completely unjustified.
We spent a couple of days helping out the young
friend from the farm that Werner had referred to us for rescue,
Simone. She is full of praise and appreciation for us.
Yet, in spite of my urging and Werner's claims to be very honest
in his reviews and "not scared" of the host of his abortive
experience on the farm, he wimped out of providing a negative one
for that farm host, who had baldly lied to him about how many
hours he'd be expected to work, and which days of the week.
He'd promised Werner in writing, by email, that he could do 28
hours over four days per week, but when they arrived at the farm
the host presented him with a new schedule based on the fact that
the animals needed his care every day of the week, for as many
hours as it would take to get the chores done. With only two
helpers left in the fall, the others having gone back to school or
jobs at home in Europe, Werner would be required to work every
day, and much longer hours. When Werner insisted that the
host keep his original promise, the host proposed that Werner was
welcome to take his three days off, but wouldn't get his room and
board at the farm on those days. Since the host had the only
vehicle, that presented a whole new set of problems for Werner.
Werner told the guy he just wouldn't stay,
obviously. He's 54, not destitute, and came to Canada for an
adventure in travel and a cultural experience. He's not as
easily intimidated as the young 19 year old German girl who was
already working at the farm. Wouldn't you expect that Werner
would write a negative review to warn future youngsters about what
might happen to them if they chose that host? I would...but
he didn't.
Counting Werner, I now know of three instances
this summer of helpers who've avoided writing negative reviews of
two different hosts who actually deserved negative reviews.
Werner's bad host has 23 positive reviews and not a single
negative one. The explanation given by those who haven't
written one at all is that he said he will only give them a
positive review if they first write a positive one for him.
He's a bit of a charmer, I'm told. He contacts young helpers
from Europe in advance when they announce their intent to visit
Canada, and picks them up at the nearest bus station. He
delivers them to his farm and then dumps the workload on them,
feeding and caring for sheep and other animals. If there are
several helpers, they get to share the workload, but if there are
only a two or three, they have to split the same workload.
As a result, the young German girl we rescued
and found a place for with Bill and Jan had been working for him
for more than 8 hours a day for two weeks straight with no days
off and nothing special to do in her free time. She thought
she had to complete a month long "contract" until Oct 22nd,
although she was working without pay, in return for only room and
board. She left the farm and came to Toronto at Werner's
urging on Oct 6th. Yet this jerk of a host, who tries to run
his entire farm operation on free labour and young, inexperienced,
unprotected workers, has 23 positive reviews and not a single
negative one. That's a scary example of the abusive and
exploitative possibilities of the Helpx system, which we'd also
heard about in a few cases in Australia. It's not so much a
cultural exchange as an exercise in exploitation and circumvention
of the local labour market. It is no wonder that New
Zealand, where Helpx originated, has outlawed the organization.
Other than all of that, life continues for me with
music and the stock market as central activities. The
economy is going through strange and scary gyrations, and I'm
trying to navigate safely through it but I feel like I'm canoeing
white water right now, and might be in for an imminent
dumping. We're getting our brakes done by our
neighbour on the ten year old green Suzuki Swift. I was able
to get to my weekend shift for haul-out at the yacht club, and our
own boat came calmly and smoothly out of the water. We've
done this so many times now, there's no longer any anxiety around
the process.
Our final Helpx helper will arrive this
afternoon, a 33 year old teacher from Hong Kong named Anna.
She was supposed to come with a friend named Wendy from Taiwan,
but apparently Wendy was in an accident and was hospitalized
before she could leave. I'll learn the full story from Anna,
who will help me finish putting the garden into winter mode, and
work with me in the workshop, moving everything back and forth and
cleaning everything so that I can paint the floor, one small
section at a time. There's so much stuff down there, there's
no room to empty a very large space all at once. If there's
time left over, she'll help me sort my book collection, which
includes my own books, some of Dad's books, and books from Rod's
house. Then I have to figure out what to do with them all,
once I've finished reading the ones that interest me. An
online book sale would work but it is a lot of effort and the
shipping costs often make it a waste of time. Getting around
to reading them all is next to impossible, in the era of
internet. I spend most of my reading time online with my
nose pointed at a computer screen, not between the covers of a
book.
Nov 16th. We expect
wet snow flurries that will finally stick to the ground over the
next couple of days. This is exciting for Anna (Leung Na)
from Hong Kong, who has never seen real snow. She sent a
phone photo to her Dad, who was impressed because he'd also never
seen snow. Anna spent the weekend in Buffalo with
Couchsurfing hosts Michael and Gillian, who took her to music
venues, introduced her to jazz and rhythm'n'blues. She saw
both sides of Niagara Falls, took the Maid of the Mist cruise and
saw spectacular heavy hoarfrost on the trees on the American side,
created by the mist from the falls. She's back here now
until Tuesday, when she'll continue to Calgary and L.A. for a
couple of weeks before returning to Hong Kong. She spent
October on a small farm in B.C. and the first two weeks of
November here, and she's been a great guest and helper.
She's an adventurous traveler who will go home from a memorable
two month experience in Canada and the U.S. At home she's an
early childhood teacher, ages 3 to 6.
We went to the Commodore's Ball on
the 8th, and played tennis outdoors on the 11th. It was a
lovely, sunny warm day. We had Yuko over with Bill and Jan for a
farewell supper on the 12th. She has gone to Brazil now for
a couple of final weeks of adventure and will return to Japan
after that. We've had meals with Sheila, Ian and Ursula, and
Greg and Christine. We're social butterflies, these days.
I'm doing a lot of medical tests in
between all of that, one every second day it seems. There
are two separate issues, apparently unrelated. The first is
an extended bout of kidney issues, but not the same quick and
painful extreme experience that I had the previous two times when
I actually passed stones. This time it is more of an
aggravation with occasional discomfort and fatigue, and the
current exploration is for cysts, which can presage a more serious
condition than the passing of an occasional stone. Mind you,
up to half of everyone over the age of fifty have them.
They're almost always benign and don't cause any problems,
although mine have, if that's what's actually causing the
problem. Many people who have them go through life without
even knowing that they have them, so I guess the odds are in my
favour.
The second issue was more
immediately serious, a partial loss of vision in my left eye due
to a patchy grey cloud across my lower field of vision.
Both conditions came on very
suddenly a month ago. Neither is completely solved or resolved
yet. We had to cancel our flights to Buenos Aires for Nov
25th because the urologist wants to do a testing procedure on that
date, and for the vision loss I'm going through a long battery of
tests, still ongoing: blood tests, CT scan, optic nerve scans,
doppler ultrasound of the head and neck arteries, a temporal
artery biopsy twelve days ago (I'm still waiting for the result),
and an MRI last night, which was an interesting Saturday night
out. It's been a real adventure in the Canadian healthcare
system. We are unbelievably lucky, of course, that our
health care is covered, and that everywhere I have to go is twenty
minutes drive or less away from our house. I feel embarrassingly
privileged compared to the rest of the world's billions of
inhabitants. What an incredible gift the accident of birth
location can be. About fifty percent of the eyesight in my
left eye is curtailed, but we may have caught the problem and
stopped it in its tracks with prednisone before it could spread to
both eyes and elsewhere in the body, including the heart. If
it is an inflammation of the arteries, autoimmune in nature, the
cause is unknown, but it can kill you if it goes untreated.
So, there's lots of music going on
now, instead of travel preparation. There's the Monday uke
jam, sometimes two back-to-back. One happens weekly, the other
every second week. On Tuesday an 18 piece swing band meets, where
I'm in the third trumpet chair. On Thursday, I play with various
yacht club musicians. On alternate Fridays, I play with a
jazz combo which has moved beyond holding a bi-weekly jam and is
now focused on a set list for performance. Beginning this
Saturday, I'll start with a new seven piece band that plays "soca,
calypso, reggae, zouk, R & B, soft rock and world-music - all
fusion with a jazz influence". On Sundays I play with a rock
band. It's a musician's version of a "musical chairs", I
guess.
The big basement floor painting
project is well underway with Anna's energetic help. We're
doing the main rec room/storage room area as well as the workshop
and furnace room. Soon we'll put everything back together,
creating new space by sorting and getting rid of a lot of what we
have been storing down there. We'll get a large rug or two
for the floor and have a versatile space for indoor storage, a
library, a music space for a small group, and an office space for
me, and still have enough space left over to set up a collapsible
double air bed on a frame for any overflow of visitors. I'm
sad to give up my winter escape, but the silver lining is that I
finally have time to finish organizing the basement and go through
all the archival material I've collected myself and dragged home
from Dad's collection last fall. In addition to that pile of
my stuff, and Deborah's massive stash'o'stuff, we have a lot of
stuff that Rod was going to throw away when he moved out of his
house because his storage space wasn't large enough to accommodate
it. There's definitely a need for time to make some headway
on all that "stuff", and the gift of time is a silver lining to
the cloud of my health scare.
Dec 1st. Combining fresh
news with old, I've increased the November
slideshow to twelve photos. They show our farewell dinner
for Yuko who will return to Japan, Anna from Hong Kong, and Sol
having his 92nd birthday lunch at our house. His birthday
was on Nov 28th. Anna left for L.A. via Calgary on the 18th,
after a push to do extra hours of work for me trying to complete
the basement floor painting project. I told her she didn't
have to do it, but she seems to have a strong sense of duty to
completion, and got it into her head that she really wanted to see
the job done. I was grateful, given that I was going through
another bout of kidney pain during her last twenty four hours
here. She got a lot done for me, and when she left I was
able to begin the next stage, the long process of sorting it all
and putting it back together in a new and better way.
Speaking of kidney pain, that's
gone now. Many suspicions have been ruled out and I believe
I'll soon get a conditional green light for travel, once we
complete the "period of stability" that will be required for
securing medical travel insurance. Vision in my left eye is
still clouded, with no explanation yet as to the cause. The
investigation continues but the most dangerous possibility has
been ruled out and now I'm being tapered off the massive dose of
prednisone that was prescribed as a safeguard until we could be
certain there was no life-threatening arterial inflammation.
Tapering off prednisone is an adventure that
involves some weakness and fatigue. I have to fight the frequent
urge to sink into a semi-catatonic state, and seem to barely tread
water much of the day, while we wait for the adrenal glands to
begin producing their own cortisol again. There's blurred
distance vision which may indicate sugar levels being knocked out
of whack. I have about eight pairs of glasses from older
prescriptions that I'd tossed in a drawer and hadn't gotten around
to donating to a third world eye clinic, which is where they will
go eventually. After several evenings of blurred vision
resulting in very exciting night driving - man, you should see
what the Christmas lights looked like! - and difficulty watching
projected tv on the wall with Deborah, I went through the pile of
discards last night and came up with a pair that cleared
everything up for me instantly. This morning my eyes
preferred my current prescription, but one takes prednisone first
thing in the morning with breakfast; within a half-hour I was back
to blurred distance vision and if I go for a drive I'll be wearing
the old pair once again.
Since my last entry, I've had a
temporal artery biopsy which was fortunately negative, and a
cystoscopy. I played music with Don, Wayne Farrant, Don's
friend Bo, Gord MacIntosh who is a sax player trying to set up a
jazzy dance band called "Riddim and Brass"; the swing band, and
Parker's jazz combo. The weekly and fortnightly uke-enannies
continue. There are several people I'm in contact with to do
some music but haven't arranged meetings yet. There's a lady
I'll do some volunteer work with this December: doing Christmas
music concert/workshops at seven different womens' shelters in the
city using a truckload (my truck) of instruments lent to us for
the month from Long and McQuade. I'm in the early stages of
organizing a "February Blahs" event at the yacht club, an open mic
evening where club members will perform for other members and
guests in the Great Room. One of the performing groups will
be an a capella men's group singing sailor songs, sea chanties,
etc. Life is all "M&M's" right now: medical and
musical.
Dec 12th. What an
adventure. I spent yesterday and today in hell, so to speak,
if hell can be defined as spending all day doing something that
only makes you wish you were doing something else.
Prophylactic prednisone has been described as "shaking hands with
the devil" - there's always a price to be paid. "Sure", he
says, "I'll remove the risk that you'll go blind in both
eyes." Turned out to be a false alarm, but wasn't worth
taking the risk, so I accepted the prednisone. The price was
sugar levels spiking into the high twenties, a trip to my GP
resulting in a referral to emerg on Toronto's big snow storm day,
staff arriving late, patients piling up (some from car accidents -
one every three minutes across the city according to a local tv
news channel), and after numerous sugar and blood tests, no
endocrinologist at hand but the emerg doctor spoke to him on the
phone and I got my first ever insulin drip. Once they got my
reading down to 13.8, which took over an hour, more blood tests
and a fresh prescription for Diamicron, I finally got to go
home.
And where was Deb through all of this?
Why, sitting at a nearby Macdonald's, unable to determine when it
might turn out to be smarter just to go home through the awful
driving where six minutes of progress was taking twenty
minutes. I learned to text on my tiny cell phone, to keep
her in the loop. When the emerg doctor finally finished with
me I sang to the nurses to get them to pull off my IV: "Please,
release me, let me go..." The other patients in chairs
attached to their own IV's got a good laugh out of it. The
nurses had a thin sense of humour since they were already run off
their feet. The one who finally attended me smiled, but she
was rough. She yanked off the wad of tape and pulled the IV
needle out a little side-to-side, so it hurt and bled a bit.
I'm becoming a bit of an expert on needle insertion and removal
expertise.
Today I made another trip to my GP Akriotis to report
on the emerg doc's instructions and prescription, and my GP gave
me free samples of the same drug but cut the dosage in half at
first. I got a glucose meter yesterday and will
self-monitor. Today's lunch reading was the highest yet,
28.8. I spent probably five full hours just trying to get
the meter to talk to the logging software on my computer, with the
help of Bayer tech support...unsuccessfully. What a
day. If I'd known, I'd have kept a paper log - but like Deb
at McD's the day before, you just don't know that it'll be a long
waste of time until it has already turned out to be a long waste
of time. And after all of that I finally found that there is
an online log. I can just enter my readings on their
website, which the silly techies hadn't even bothered to
mention. But at least they got some skilled Spanish computer
geek in Colombia to clean up all the old java and temp files on my
computer. That's a small bonus. It should speed up my
performance a little, maybe even a lot.
My next appts include a referral to endocrinologist,
and to a diabetes clinic. There will be an echo cardiogram,
and more specialist follow-ups after the New Year.
Now I'm finally getting back to all the chores and
more interesting activities that I would have done over the past
two days. I had to cancel a visit to play Christmas music at
one of the downtown women's shelters this afternoon, although I
did manage one visit on the 9th. I'll get to rehearse with
the Caribbean dance band tomorrow, play the rock jam on Sunday,
and practice other music through the weekend. I'll get back
down into the basement to do a bit more sorting. There will
never be nothing to do all through the winter, that's for sure.
Dec 23rd. Lissy has been
here from Vancouver for three nights, visiting friends in Toronto
before heading to Peterborough, Ottawa and Napanee for the rest of
the Christmas week. She's cheerful and nice to have in the
house. She treated us to a Chinese buffet on Monday, after
uke jam - my choice, because a buffet allows me to choose
diabetic-friendly items for my plate. Today we'll eat
Christmas turkey before she heads off to Jennifer's.
Uke jam continues but the three other music groups I
join each week are in hiatus for the Christmas and New Year break,
which gives me more time to woodshed at home. I sometimes
spend much of a day playing through my guitar charts, or a few
hours at a time doing trumpet jazz standards and trying out improv
solos.
We've had dinner with Laurence and Joan and learned
the card game Hand and Foot, which takes too long to play.
The basement is beginning to look re-organized, with
a nice new 9 x 13 carpet to warm up the look of the place.
Since we can't park the Suzuki for the winter as we've done in the
previous five years, we bought a set of all-weather tires for
it.
My 4x daily glucose readings are marching steadily
downhill. Most situations aren't good if they're going
downhill, but this one is. Today is my last day of two weeks
of 20 mg prednisone daily. I'm reduced to 15 mg, the next
stage, for a week beginning tomorrow. I'll post my chart
since Dec 11th in the December
photo album along with some Christmas photos. I'm not
down to target range yet, but getting there. I'm learning a
lot about my "condition" from those readings. (Caution:
the slideshow is a little naughty this time...prepare
yourself.)
This morning I went for the echo cardiogram/graph
(they seem to call it both names interchangeably) which included
an agitated saline IV (little air bubbles) to look for any sign of
holes in my heart, and there are none, although the technician
told me that 25% of the population do have those. There's no
evidence of plaque in the main artery. The cardiologist will
study the digital videos and sounds recorded from the test and
hunt for plaque in the smaller arteries and valves. If
plaque was not the culprit, the neurologist may look for another
explanation for the vision loss - maybe not a blocked artery at
all, but something directly in the optic nerve itself.
Since people ask: no, there's no pain involved.
The closest description I can give is that if you put on a pair of
glasses that is smudged patchily with mud across your left lens,
from the horizontal axis downward, and mostly in the centre right
to the pupil, you'll see what I'm seeing...or not seeing, to be
more accurate.
We have a Christmas carol sing at Sheila's this
evening, Christmas dinner with Ian and Ursula, a Boxing Day
gathering at Laurence and Joan's, another turkey dinner with Deb's
Dad Sol and his girlfriend Marcy on the 28th, Spanish tapas and/or
tortilla with Rod on the 29th, and a New Year's Day Commodore's
Levee at the yacht club. So we have lots of social events
through Christmas, and plans to eat out at various
restaurants. Deb has been collecting discount deals.
Lis will be back for two nights on the 29th and 30th. So
it'll be a busy season. I'm content, between the social
activities and the time to do music wood-shedding, and get work
done in the basement. Our first permanent snow blanket won't
happen until January. I may feel less sanguine about being
here on cold days with snow on the ground for twelve weeks.
It's our first winter here in five years and I'm not sure how
tolerable it'll be when one doesn't go out to work every
day. The cottage may begin to close in on me. But I'll
just see how it goes week by week, and keep my fingers crossed
that we'll resume our winter escapes next year.
Jan 11th, 2015. The
Christmas/New Year's period has come and gone. The season
included lots of reconnecting with friends, Christmas dinner at
Ian and Ursula's, and Sol and Marcy came here for turkey.
Rob and Cyn came to town on the 29th and we had turkey soup with
them and Lissy. We had a Boxing Day party with Laurence and
Joan. We Skyped with family. We had two Christmas turkeys at
our house - we have lots of turkey soup now. Lissy was here
for seven nights in total, punctuated with trips to the
Peterborough branch of our clan, her Dad and Cyn, and friends in
the city she was reconnecting with. She developed a terrible
cold, and also had to work remotely for some of the time while she
was here, but we were delighted by her presence and felt really
good about having her hang with us. We closed out the season
of celebration and re-connection with a trip to Buttermilk Falls
to spend a night at Rob and Cynthia's. Peter and Christina
drove down from Ottawa, so we were all together for twenty-four
hours, which was a good solid visit.
We were so busy that we happily stayed
home for New Year's Eve - Deb's choice. I was content to go
along with that...we're getting old, I guess.
Now we're back to routine: the medical
appts have resumed, the stock market has reopened and the music
groups have started up again. I'm planning an open mic event
on Feb 15th at HYC for club musicians, and three of us are working
up a set of sailing songs with guitars, mics and a drum box.
So I have a musical goal and a reason to practice, apart from
working on my trumpet tunes for the jazz combo and for the swing
band. I counted up to seven different musical activities
that I attend in a given week, although some will probably drop
off or I'll just have to let them go to focus on the ones that are
more active or serious. I like a group that works on common
tunes with shared charts rather than just jamming on charts that
individuals choose from our list. I can fake along to almost
any tune, anticipating the keys by ear, although I'm better at
that with the keyboard than with the guitar; but that gets
boring. It's more fun developing a song, being able to read
the lyrics and contribute harmonies, and developing riffs and
licks that I can use when we play a tune more than once. I'm
also leaning toward smaller groups. Even though I can
practice alone as much as I want, I don't, at least not
enough. I need social interaction to motivate me to
practice. But organizing larger groups of people isn't easy.
Someone is always missing on any given week; so a duo or a trio
seems to be the ideal size for me.
Feb 2nd. We're just into
February, and already into the February doldrums. We've just
had our first serious snowfall. Both of my weekend bands
were cancelled, we've decided not to go to uke jam this evening
because of the condition of the roads and parking. The
snowplows won't get to the side streets until tomorrow. Swing band
was already cancelled for tomorrow because of a previously
scheduled event at the school where we meet, and the guitar trio
has been pushed back to Friday - if there isn't a further dump of
snow before then.
Other than the fact that we've had to
cocoon right now, everything has gone well in the previous three
weeks. We had very little snow in December and
January. We went to a "Rabbie Burns" dinner at the church up
the street from the house we used to live in, had brunch with Moe
Scott and Jennifer, and on another day enjoyed a visit from Ernie
and Terri Olivo, the first we've seen of them in years, except for
occasional Facebook postings by Ernie. I began to play
tennis again, which I was discouraged from doing while my sugar
levels were spiking. Now I get to play for two hours, once a
week, at indoor courts, but that's also cancelled for this week
due to scheduling conflicts for the other players. We
celebrated Deborah's 64th birthday twice, going to one Chinese
buffet by ourselves and to another where we were treated by
Sol. Chinese buffet is a good restaurant choice for me
because I can select lots of vegetables and proteins, at least,
and sugar-free ice cream for dessert.
My glucose-spiking prednisone
prescription has finally been tapered off to zero a week
ago. That's after a month on 60 mg/day and then six weeks of
gradual tapering, all for a "false alarm" over suspected arterial
inflammation which was proven absent by a negative biopsy of a one
centimetre snip out of my temporal artery. My pancreas
doesn't seem to function as well as it did before, but my glucose
levels are all completely back within the healthy range, with the
help of diamicron and metformin, both of which I've been able to
reduce now that the prednisone is out of my system. I've
managed some weight loss, about a lb a week most recently, and I'm
hoping to taper off the diamicron completely as well. I was
on metformin for years already, and that medication doesn't worry
me much because although it is most commonly prescribed for type
II diabetes, it is also supposed to have both anti-aging and
anti-cancer effects, according to a University of Montreal
study. It inhibits tumour development. I'm not sure
how it manages to keep me from aging, but I'm optimistic that it
might be true, and perhaps that's half the secret.
So, here we find ourselves in the depths
of winter gloom, but getting by. I try not to think about
our aborted trip to Argentina, Chile and Uruguay. The stock
market recovered somewhat through January after an ugly
end-of-year drop caused by an energy supply glut. A healthy
stock market puts me in a better frame of mind. We're
feeling housebound, but I'm addressing cabin fever by practicing
music and going down to the basement periodically to continue the
sorting and downsizing exercise.
Feb 21st. We're
officially experiencing the coldest February on record in
Toronto. There's lots of snow, most of which Deborah shovels
because she can't stand to wait until I think there's enough to
warrant using the big sled shovel on it. My piano students
or their Dad sometimes help her; that was the deal: free piano
lessons in return for shoveling our snow all winter. Still,
it isn't so terrible here compared to the maritime provinces where
we see snow up to the roof lines of houses, and cars completely
buried in it.
To pass the time in good humour, I
continue to play in all the music groups described previously, and
we've been watching some tv: Schitt's Creek, Big Bang,
Parks'n'Rec, and the occasional movie courtesy of Lissy who hooked
us up with her Netflix subscription. Lara is back in Toronto
and came over for a visit.
I bought a KC 60 Roland keyboard/vocal
amp so that I can use my keyboard more, but I'm also doing a lot
more harmonica. We'll play a set of singalong tunes for Pub
Night at HYC in March. I learned to play cross harp on my G
harmonica for the intro to Dirty Old Town. At the same time,
I bought a Fender Jazzmaster guitar, my first serious electric
guitar. I'm not 100% certain that I care whether I own an
electric guitar, since my reconstructed classical guitar sounds so
rich and good, but I'll practice with the new one and see if I can
find a use for it. I'm becoming a
multi-instrumentalist. For my last gig, I used guitar,
melodica, harmonica and trumpet. This time I'll use my
keyboard, as well as incorporating the ukulele, the banjo, G and C
harmonicas and possibly a plastic flute or penny whistle.
On the 15th we hosted an Open Mic
afternoon at the club. Ten musicians came, and we played as
a six piece and two trios: Red Sky, Off the Hook and Lost at
C. Our audience was small, mostly spouses and the bartender
and his wife, and of course each other. That's because it
was so cold that many of our musicians couldn't even start their
cars in the morning, and most audience members stayed home.
But it was a good afternoon, and I made a slideshow.
March 1st. Sol's
partner for the past six years, Marcy Miller, died this
morning. She was in her mid-seventies. Sol is
92. We are sad, and he is heartbroken. Sol lost his
previous partner Irene about eight years ago after a lingering and
drawn out decline with Alzheimer's. They'd been together
about 28 years. With his typical sense of humour, he states
that his next girlfriend will not be more than 25 years old - he's
not investing his remaining years in women who will die before he
will. He's staying at home and declining visitors today, he
says, to "cry in his beer", although in his case he'll be crying
in his green tea, because he doesn't drink beer.
March 5th. we attended Marcie's
funeral and burial yesterday, in a synagogue full of hundreds of
people. Sol spoke first at her funeral, a short but very
affecting speech. His first line was, "It is not true that
old people can't fall in love." He was quite taken with
Marcie, and her effect on him never waned in the six years they
were together.
The cold lingers, and the forecast is
that it will continue to linger through early March. The day
was warm for the burial, only about -3, but now it is -14, with
wind chill taking it to -23. We won't see our historical
average highs for this time of year, which is one degree above
zero, until the middle of March.
March 28th. Spring
officially arrived a week ago, yet we still have nighttime
temperatures well below zero. This morning it is -9 at 9
a.m., and it'll only get to a high of -1 at the peak today.
Four days from now, it looks like we'll finally have nighttime
temperatures at only zero or above, so it'll feel more like
spring.
On March 13th I achieved a personal goal
of performing in public on guitar, banjo and ukulele, along with
harmonicas and penny whistle, at HYC's British Pub Night.
Wayne Farrant and I provided singalong tunes for two hours to a
crowd of almost a hundred members, with the help of Martin Obern
playing bass, Richard Findlay and Sean Lise. It was
extremely well-received, we got rave reviews and a request to
repeat the event this summer and/or again next winter.
This evening I'm playing trumpet and
providing harmonies to CBYC with Stu's "house band". It
seems likely that Stu will draw me into his group, since Carlos
has not made any overtures to invite me back to his "Red
Sky". This is actually a better outcome for me, because
Carlos' group is comprised of frustratingly slow musicians, and
can't simply learn even a few new tunes with a week's notice,
using charts, whereas Wayne and I managed to put our two sets
together in two weeks and he was on a cruise for one week of
that. For tonight's gig I've only had one rehearsal with the
group. They've only had three, but they actually sound like
a professional working group. Of course, I continue to work
at improving my trumpet chops, developing my keyboard improv
skills and jazz chord voicings, and my guitar and banjo
skills. I bought a new electric guitar, a Squier Jazzmaster,
and that'll be my new project after tonight's gig, although I
continue to love and play the acoustic that I rebuilt after Rod
put his foot through it. My ongoing weekly musical
activities include uke jam, jazz combo, Caribbean dance band, and
classic rock jam, and in May Deb and I will go to Midland for a
Ukulele Festival weekend.
Today we went to Seedy Saturday, which we
attended last year. We came home with pockets full of seeds
for this year's garden. When it is a bit warmer and sunny,
and dry during the days, I'll begin raking winter debris and
tidying up our garden beds, in preparation for putting these seeds
in the ground. I have Rod's portable greenhouse, so I'll begin
some plants early: beans and squash perhaps. We'll probably
still buy most of our tomatoes as seedlings, but I'll start some
of the more unusual varieties from seed, and I'll do staggered
starts of lettuces and other greens through the spring and summer
so that we always have some greens at their peak of perfection at
every point during the summer. Many greens can tolerate
colder temperatures, so I'll start some quite soon and put them in
the garden a month early.
April will include a few swing band
performances, among other musical activities. We'll be
preparing the boat for launch on the 25th or so, and doing our
taxes. Life is simple and pleasant, like a warm,
leisurely, endless meal.
May 5th. The weather
finally turned warm, a rather abrupt step up from April's
lingering cold, and we are now running above average for this time
of year. Benoît Gaude from Grenoble came for two weeks and
helped me by turning the soil in the gardens, getting two truck
loads of compost, emptying my seven composters, and lots of other
hard work. I mixed soil and charged the planters. I've
started lettuces, kale and radishes in driveway planters.
The first beans will go in today. We were expecting Ben to
stay for three weeks, but he landed a job and had a week free
before it started so he accepted an invitation to drive to Florida
with a new friend, in order to have an adventure before work
begins for him as a telephone tech agent at an e-Commerce POS call
centre. He was a five star house guest/Helpx helper who did
solid work for me for the two weeks that he was here, and he was
extremely quiet and easy to have around. We only have two
more helpers booked for the second half of the summer, but Ben got
me off to a good start for the season. I've begun my Spring 2015
photo album.
The sailboat was launched on April 25th, and we put
up the mast this afternoon. We prepped and then stepped the
mast, tuned the rigging, attached the boom and mainsail, and
helped two other sailors with their boats, all within four
hours. I played a tennis round robin at Opening Day on May
2nd, and my first house league match last night. May will
include a visit from Mom, and connections with siblings, nieces
and cousins.
The Caribbean dance band produced a demo
set of songs for festival organizers, on which I played keyboard,
but I withdrew from the band to avoid gigging now that they're on
the doorstep of doing that. I also withdrew from the Sunday
classic rock jam. I need a more open schedule to enjoy
sailing, tennis, socializing with friends and gardening all
summer. The Music Lovers swing band has performed three
concerts and will do one final one at Andy's memorial
service. Andy was the elderly guitar player, who died. Then
the swing band will disband for the summer. The uke jams
continue and those will probably remain strong over the summer.
The uke is a very "summer instrument", and we come across more and
more people who want to get together and play. I'm enjoying
my six string guitalele, which supports my effort to improve my
guitar skills. I just have to transpose to switch back and
forth. The Parker jazz combo continues to meet. There's
finally a little bit of recent conversation about getting out to
play at a retirement home or similar venue, which I won't mind
doing if it is local and not too frequent.
Deb and I are enjoying a series of dinners, some of
them free: two Canadian Power Squadron AGM's, and Retired Teachers
of Ontario. We have Sailpast coming on June 6th, and dinners
with Laurence and Joan who've returned from Florida. Gung Ho
Day at the yacht club is May 9th, this coming Saturday, with a
forecast of 27 degrees. My basement is warming up, and I'm
spending time down there organizing my workshop, turning it into a
jam room for friends who'll come to play music with me. I'm
clearing out the back room and doing a concrete repair. I'll
spend a lot of time down there through the summer going through
old family letters, films and tapes, and thinking about getting
that material onto the cloud somehow for family members separated
by distance to be able to access. I can't hang onto that
stuff forever, but I don't want it to disappear into oblivion.
Deb and I have recently become more aware of current
issues in climate and sustainability, which threatens to upset the
balance of our happy existence. Deep freezes each winter in
Toronto, terrible drought and water depletion in California (a lot
of the produce supplied to the N. American continental market
comes from there); the massive impact of livestock and
mono-culture crops and the need for a wholesale shift to vegan
diet or other protein sources; the promise of electric autonomous
vehicles and community power from solar and renewable energy
production combined with new lithium ion battery technology, and
what that can mean for the economy, the stock market, the highway
system, and parking lots. The future is both frightening and
promising, and we've seen in the past how massive change can
happen in a decade, so fast that it makes your head spin - for
example, when the first automobiles replaced horses. We want
to be prepared, sitting on high ground, not swept away by a
tsunami of change. There's a lot to continue to learn and
consider, and to remain watchful about.
May 25th. Mom was
here for a six day visit. Together we saw Lara and Guillaume
and Jack, Janice, Clarence, Brian and Theresa, Rob and Cynthia,
and Tom Ricketts Jr. We held our first BBQ of the season for
the collected family.
After Mom returned to Camrose, Deb and I
went to Midland for a 36 hour Ukulele Festival, billed as a "First
Annual". The line-up of performers was great: Ralph Shaw, David
Woodhead, the Small World Project, (man, they were
powerful!) Dan Mclean Jr. who
volunteered his skills as a sound engineer and workshop leader
training people in mic technique, and many talented players and
singers who weren't on the official bill. We sat in the
front row ten feet from the stage, and barely put our own ukuleles
down. The performers ran workshops for us on Saturday
afternoon and we had several jams, which Steve McNie called his
"Ukestra" sessions. We had a great singalong until 1:30 in
the morning with the Bytown Uke Group from Ottawa, and on the
second night we had an intimate open mic at the Cellarman next
door in a very small space. We heard some terrific tunes by
talented amateurs, fellow participants. The great thing
about a Uke jam is that the musicianship is high level but the
gathering is measured in dozens rather than hundreds, so we felt
like a large family. The performers were friends we could
talk with and hang out with, not distant, security-laden celestial
bodies like rock concert artists.
We met and hung out with Matt Gerber, an extremely
nice person (quintessentially "Canadian") who writes clever and
funny songs. We laughed along to Mr. Furious, a quirky
singalong song. "Without U" is clever and will amuse all
"Canadian spellings, please!" people. His day job is working
for Bombardier as a structural frame engineer. After
becoming friends with him we saw him hiking back to his hotel
along Main Street at 1:30 a.m. so we pulled over and gave him a
ride, and the next morning he gave us his CD in gratitude.
Apart from that, we've managed to get the
garden in during the past three weeks. Benoît got a job and
left us after two of the three weeks we'd hoped to have him here,
so I did the heavy lifting myself after he was gone, and Deb
helped by setting the seedlings. She always trims the hedge
too, while mowing the lawn and setting up the garden and patio are
my jobs. I've perfected my seed-starter technique, a three
stage process that seems very efficient and satisfying. We
had a cold snap, which scared me a little. I was afraid of
damage to my tender seedlings on the driveway, but they came
through unscathed. I was reminded of the risk of planting
early. Down here close to the lake we are in a narrow ribbon
of "B" zone for gardening, not as good for early planting as the
"A" zone that includes the Niagara Peninsula, but better than most
of southern Ontario's "C" zone. It is not as risky to plant early
here in Scarborough, but in Midland we woke up to frost on our
windshield on Saturday morning.
We attended three free dinners: Canadian Power
and Sail squadron AGMs, and the Retired Teachers of Ontario
AGm They always need a quorum for the AGMs, so we attend and
get fed. House League tennis began - unfortunately it is
scheduled on Monday nights, which cancels out my attendance at the
Stone Cottage Uke Jam for the summer. I attended the Opening
Day round robin. Now that the Uke Festival has passed, my
calendar is open for house and sailboat maintenance. I'll do
a bit of concrete work in the basement back room, keep planting
out seedlings, repair the seal in the sailboat windows, and get
the boat out on the water.
Our annual Sailpast, which is a day that marks
the official opening of the recreational sailing season at our
club, is on June 6th, so we want to be ready for that, and squeeze
in a few sails beforehand. After Sailpast, we'll have four
months of good sailing weather.
May 29th. We had our first handful of
haskap, a.k.a. honeyberries, with yoghurt this evening. A
few strawberries are just reaching full size and beginning to get
a reddish tinge to them.
Yesterday was a red letter day for me: my
physician announced that I'd lost half a pound each week steadily
for six solid months, a 5% loss, and gave me the thumbs up to cut
both my diabetes and my blood pressure medication in half.
Tuesday was my last swing band practice
for the season, and Ted Graper gave me two tickets to Tafelmusik
for the next night - front row centre balcony seats, just two
seats away from where we always sat with Pat and Clare
Taplin. We enjoyed Vivaldi's Gloria and Handel's Coronation
anthems. We had Laurence and Joan and Marj over for
chowder. Tomorrow morning Deb is starting a new uke group of
beginners in our living room.
Other than that, we've just done many
hours of planting. I've perfected my process of seed
germination using the wet folded and labelled paper towel
technique from the elementary classroom, followed by paper cups
with three holes in the bottom of each to suck up water for a
sprout nursery. The paper cups have a code written on the
side to identify each plant, and can have their base pulled back
to be planted directly into the garden so that the root ball stays
intact and protected. We're hoping for a bumper crop of bush
and pole beans, eggplant, summer and winter squash: buttercup,
triamble, butternut, spaghetti, Japanese buttercup, striped
Italian zucchini, yellow crook-neck, straight neck, cocozelle, and
more. We'll have lots of greens and tomatoes for home-grown
salads with no blister beetles in them. We've learned that
some customers have been surprised by these toxic beetles in their
bagged salads from Loblaws and Sobeys. We're even trying
carrots, cabbages, turnips and radishes this year. In the
next day or so, I'll begin some musk melons and okra, which do
best in the heat of the summer.
July 2nd. During June the
garden expanded and I obtained soil from Craigslist. Other
homeowners gave it away for free: almost a yard of triple mix and
as much soft East York sandy garden soil as I want to take
away. The sandy soil is fine, soft stuff that is great to
the touch, drains well and amends my own clay-heavy soil. I
also got some organic compost material, and half-price split bags
from the garden centres.
In the middle of the month my doctor cut
my diabetes meds in half yet again, so I'm down to a quarter of
what I was taking during the prednisone episode, and half of what
I'd been doing for years. My weight is still dropping about
a half-pound a week, and I'm getting a clean bill of health from
my primary care physician and specialists.
We enjoyed Sailpast at the club on June
6th. I played the General Salute for the flag raising.
We've enjoyed Friday "sausage night" with Ian and Ursula several
times, and had a BBQ at Brent's house. It was a farewell
BBQ, because Wrigley's closed their Toronto plant and he's decided
to move back to Newfoundland, where Kelly is from, although he is
actually from Nova Scotia.
We drove to Montreal in Sol's car for
Cynthia's 50th birthday party. Sol did most of the driving,
and he's no spring chicken. He's 92 now. We stayed at
Judi's for a couple of nights. Sylvia and Fred came to the
party, and we met some of their old friends and younger cousins:
Louisa, Frank and Sophie.
Our new Helpx "couple" will be here six
days from now: a Mom and daughter from Beijing. Chenqi is an
engineer, and Lily, ten years old, is going to a Canadian scout
camp for five days in the middle of the two weeks they'll be
staying here. We got bunk beds with new mattresses and some
right-sized fitted sheets for the spare room from Pat and Clare's
daughter and son-in-law Christine and Dan. I got hardware to
set them up, and built a restraining rail from fancy green rope
for the upper bunk for Lily. Deb picked up a Canadian polar
bear teddy bear, and I took half of a 5' step-ladder, painted it
white with a glow-in-the-dark coating and hooked it up to the
upper bunk. It looks quite ghostly at night. There
will be a night light in the room so they probably won't need it,
but Deb is amused by the concept.
We're eating lots of stuff from the
garden now - radish greens soup with shallots, green onions,
rapini, salads with our own lettuce, kale, radishes and cucumbers,
and delicious cabbage stew. We're going on a club cruise to
Lakeshore Yacht Club this weekend, and will have dinner downtown
at Lara's tomorrow evening.
Aug 1st. The garden has
exploded over the past month. We get a steady stream of
visitors to our backyard patio who suddenly stall in the middle of
a sentence and admit that they are transfixed by the fecundity of
our garden. There are seven distinct areas of interest, and
far more food than we can keep up with. The excess is given
and fed to friends who visit, and to the food bank. A lot
gets frozen in the upright freezer that Valerie needed to get rid
of. It lives in the back room of our basement now.
I invite friends to visit by telling them
that "Steve's Salad Bar is Open...all locavore produce - from
within thirty feet of your chair!" That's from a tiny little
suburban lot. My Chinese neighbours Zhou and Cao (wife and
husband: "Joe" - like the J in Jian Ghomeshi, or the French word
jardin - and "Chow") grow a phenomenal amount of food for
themselves, their children and grandchildren from their growing
area, which is about a quarter of the backyard that I have
available. Any tour of my garden includes a gawk over the
fence into their garden as well. I really enjoy the fresh
produce Deborah is prepares, cold or cooked, and I feel
supernaturally healthy and vibrant. The cold dishes are
fascinating: salads and gazpacho don't have a single pleasant
flavour, but a festival of flavours in a single bowl. The
smell of my garden is often wildly intoxicating: young tomato
plants, basil, and other greenery and earthy smells. I wake
up with the sunrise each morning, without an alarm clock. I
live in shorts, t-shirt and sandals, and each day is delicious.
This month we enjoyed a visit from Chenqi
(pronounced "Shenji") and Lily from Beijing, which was a pleasant
experience for all of us. They're featured in our summer
slideshow. Lissy came for a short visit as well, and
she stayed a couple of nights. The rest of the month was filled
with our usual summer activities, including tennis matches and
tennis socials, uke playing, a bit of sailing and a lot more time
spent watering and potting out plants, since the garden has
expanded. We've had a long dry spell over the past week,
which included our usual summer heat wave for the last week of
July. With temperatures over 30 and a high humidex, it felt
as hot as any tropical vacation we've had. That annual
summer stretch of heat is what finally ripens off the determinant
tomatoes, which we'll enjoy in salads, gazpacho, on burgers, with
haloomi and basil for breakfast, and so on. From today
onward, we'll be back to temperatures in the mid-twenties with
nights that drop to the mid to high teens, which is the climate in
paradise, I'm pretty sure.
Looking forward, we have our club's annual Big
Brothers and Sisters Sail coming up next weekend. We'll take
a kid out on our boat, followed by Curry Night on O Dock, and in
the evening we'll enjoy outdoor movie on the point under the giant
weeping willow tree. The following weekend it will be Family
Day with a pirate theme, where we'll perform a set of pirate songs
for the kids. I'll continue to cobble together dance sets for
Octoberfest in September. Wayne Farrant and I will play
using his drum box for rhythm, and we might be joined by a new
club member who plays guitar, mandolin, banjo and pedal
steel. I'm starting to take apart parts of the garden, but
I'll start a new set of pole beans and some kale, swiss chard and
lettuce, which will produce well into the fall. We have a
new Helpx helper arriving mid-month, and brother Rob and Cynthia
have another big moving day coming up at the end of this month.
Deb might head to her uncle Abe's 50th wedding anniversary in
Maine with Sol, although that's beginning to look like a long and
grueling trip for them whether they go by air or by car, so the
decision is still up in the air, I understand.
Aug 16th. In spite of my
prediction two weeks ago, temperatures are not in the
mid-twenties. They're above 30 - "feels like 40" - this
weekend. (Aug 17th: 31 degrees, humidex 40, another record
broken.) We have fans in the house, but no air conditioning;
but you should see how the tomatoes are ripening up and the
peppers are almost exploding into huge numbers and size of fruit
on each plant!
Chris Moffat dropped over for a visit. Cancer
beaten, he seems much improved now, has had vocal chord repair
done and put on some weight and good colour.
I played tennis with the regular gang, Jim, Don and
Paul. We came back for beer on my patio. I also played
in my first club tournament, a full day event. That kind of
competition is something I'd always previously avoided, but it
turned out to be more fun than I expected, and we were well
fed. We took a Big Brother Doug and his "little" Sebastian
out for a sail on BBBS day at HYC, and we enjoyed the annual Curry
Invitational Pot Luck on O Dock. We took Ian and Ursula
sailing.
Yesterday I played my set of pirate and sailing tunes
for the kids at HYC for Family Day, and a bunch of swash buckling
companions stepped up to help out: Carlos, Don, Martin, Paul
Mackay and Steve Halloran. We called ourselves Bucky and the
Buccaneers, and played most of the following set:
Under the Sea from The Little
Mermaid
What Shall We Do With a Drunken
Pirate – singalong
Shiver Me Timbers, from the Muppet
Movie Treasure Island
Blow the Man Down – singalong
Whale of a Tale – from 20,000
Leagues Under the Sea
Puff the Magic Dragon – singalong
If I Had a Boat, Lyle Lovett
I’s the B’y – singalong
Row, Row, Row your Boat/Come on
Down to My Boat/Don't Rock the Boat Baby mash-up
Sailing, Sailing/Sailor’s
Hornpipe - a Disney cartoon mash-up
Sloop
John B – singalong
I've watched a number of recent funny movies with
Deb, did lots of gardening and especially harvesting - Deb
threatened divorce today if I brought her any more zucchinis, but
when I pointed out that I'd leave them there in the garden but
they'd only be bigger by tomorrow, she relented. She
simply resorted to "urban farmer shaming", as you'll see in the summer photos.
The garden is finally slowing down, and there's
finally enough space between the foliage to get in and find
zucchinis that have given us the slip until now - the larger ones,
therefore. So there is some expectation of zucchini
chocolate cake on the horizon. Powdery mildew has hit
the squash leaves and I'm treating it in separate patches with
garden sulphur, baking soda solution, milk solution and vinegar
solution, to see which it dislikes the most.
I skyped with Dianne; ran
Oktoberfest dance tunes with Wayne; Lara came for a visit and we
had a gazpacho lunch. Yesterday our latest Helpx helper,
Caroline Devaux, arrived from Paris via Peterborough to give me a
hand with the garden. This morning she mowed the lawns and
harvested beans for us, while I did a great many tie-ups and
re-potting, and harvested the tomatoes and zucchinis. In the
process of tying up, I discovered plants I'd forgotten about in
pots under overgrowing tomato plants...obviously edibles, but
what? "Chinese" cabbage? kale? something very mysterious
that looks a lot like an enormous arugula, actually. Doesn't
taste bad. But we already have so much kale and other leafy
greens to eat in addition to our beans, tomatoes, zucchini, and
squash. We've been eating callaloo, a.k.a. African
spinach, amaranth, and other names. I'm eating callaloo soup as I
write this, with our own peppers and okra in it. We eat
Chinese broccoli, bok choy, a new crop of cucumbers, and lots of
other food. Deborah has a nightmare vision of multiple
Steves marching into the kitchen with buckets of fresh produce
like the magic brooms in the Sorcerer's Apprentice.
Aug 30th. I'm still in shorts, as the
temperature remains above average. It might stay this way
for two more weeks according to the fourteen day forecast. I
learned that scientists have pegged July of this year as the
hottest month on record, when they combined worldwide
averages.
We had the usual summer slump in the stock market,
but there was also a flash crash that I should have waited
for. I loaded up low, but too soon and not at the
bottom. Next year I'll try to exercise restraint until the
end of August. I should check the historical charts.
Now all I can do is collect dividends and wait to see what the
market does through the fall and winter.
Our Helpx helper was 19 year old Caroline Devaux from
Paris, and she was a very good tourist. She saw something
new in Toronto every single day that she was here, and took a day
trip to Niagara Falls as well. She did steady garden work
for me, and some painting that I'd wanted to get done. We
took her to the airport yesterday. She is returning to year
two of her university sociology program. Our next helper is
an older German lady named Ute, arriving Sept 9th and staying
until the 26th. Borja and Lara, our Helpx helpers from a
year ago, having completed their year's working visa in Canada,
are returning to Spain today.
Yesterday we drove to Barrie to attend a BBQ with
Brian and Theresa, and met their bowling club friends. Rob and
Cynthia will be completing their move to their new house this
weekend, but Cynthia had help from friends at work and gave me a
pass on driving all the way out there to help them move for the
second time in as many years. Soon we'll go out just to see
the new place.
The daily garden harvest is still huge.
Socializing with friends continues unabated, mostly with Lawrence
and Joan, Ian and Ursula, Rod Smith, our uke group, and yacht club
"friendlies". Deb took a short break from volunteering one
day a week at the food bank, but she's back at it now. I'm
practicing Oktoberfest dance tunes with Wayne Farrant two days a
week through until Sept 26th, and Deb and I will go on a club sail
to Port Credit this weekend.
Sept 10th. After nine days
of July heat-wave temperatures in September, we finally have the
respite of seasonal temperatures. Not cold enough to close
the windows, even at night, but much more comfortable. We
sailed to Port Credit last weekend on a Mexican-themed club
cruise. We ate well, and played music for the sailors.
Mike and Hope Thomas have joined our club and we introduced them
to Mike and Janet Bauer. They'll be part of the next wave of
club members, a generation just a decade behind ours. Their
kids are the same ages and genders, which bodes well for a total
family connection, and they are all musical. Sadly, there
was - as usual - almost no wind from the right direction going or
coming, and the weather forecast was woefully in error. But
the motor functioned perfectly except for some odd moments with
starting.
Now I'm practicing a full evening of dance tunes for
Oktoberfest on my keyboard. Wayne Farrant comes over twice a
week to rehearse with me. Jazz combo is meeting again
tomorrow, and swing band in a couple of weeks, so I'm playing my
trumpet again to get my lip back in shape. The garden is in
full tomato and pepper production. Peak swiss chard, lots of beans
and winter squash are ready to harvest and there is a small
resurgence of zucchini. Yesterday Ute arrived, a middle-aged
German nurse who seems very fit. She'll be here for two
weeks to help with maintaining, harvesting and taking the garden
apart, and I'll get her to do a little work on the boat as well.
Oct 15th. We picked apples
at Elly's on Sept. 23rd. They gradually ripened as I ate
them over the past three weeks, but I learned that they were
actually kind of greenish when we picked them and became yellowish
with time, and by then they were softer, sweeter and
tastier. There is still a ton of produce coming out of my
own garden, and we're giving a lot of it away.
Our Oktoberfest performance fell flat. It was a
long day, and people were already tired by the time that Wayne and
I were scheduled to play. The organizers asked us to play
from 8 until midnight, but people were asking us to start right
after dinner, and we should have. By the time we did start,
many had already left and we had lost our momentum and our
critical mass of party-people in the room. We did our first
two sets right away and had people up dancing but it didn't last,
and we sadly pulled the plug on the rest of our material, packed
up and went home early.
Now I'm working on backing tracks for our current
sets. I'll try to learn how to program Rod's drum box, although
I'm nervous about its memory limitations, which I've read about
but haven't experienced yet. I'll use most of what we have
for any solo gigs that I might try, and replace a few with other
favourites. A lot of these songs can be used for uke group,
and with guitar.
We attended Andrea and Corey's wedding in Invermere,
B.C. on Oct 6th. We flew to Edmonton, slept at Peter's for
one night, then drove with him and Christina to the wedding.
After one more night at Peter's upon our return, we came
home. It was a short but concentrated visit that allowed us
to connect with most of my family. It was the next best
thing to a family camp out, which we haven't had for a couple of
years now.
Swing band has started, but I've had to find
replacements for frost-bite tennis because they are on the same
night. I missed the first swing band rehearsal and the first
jazz combo evening while we were in Alberta and B.C., but I went
to the swing band second rehearsal this past Tuesday and I'll go
to jazz combo tomorrow. Apart from that, I'll just play
through our current sets list with Wayne once a week, and get
together with Don once in a while to play the songs he likes, as
well as the Monday uke group, which continues.
Ute continued her travels on the 26th, heading for
Miami, then back to Germany, then on to New Zealand in the New
Year to connect with her daughter who is doing an au pair
there. On October 11th Jorge arrived here from Spain and he
is working with me in the garden from now until the 25th while he
searches for work and a place to live. He has a one year
visa, so he'll be around to go for a sail with us next summer, but
he arrived a bit too late to squeeze in a sail this year, although
he played darts at the club with us last night. He is a
tall, amiable 24 year old business admin/law (Spanish law) grad,
but will be content to find any retail or customer service job
here. The garden is trim and up to date, and we are
collapsing everything in a timely manner. I'm worried about
having enough fresh jobs for Jorge to do each day, but I guess
I'll come up with something.
We've just agreed to host another young German
teacher for a week in November. She'll be our final helper
for the year. I'm hoping her stay will coincide with the
first frost, so she'll have enough to do, helping me take apart
the rest of the plants in the main garden, moving flowers in the
front year, and bringing down the ropes for the squash
vines. The cool October-like weather arrived this
week. We have a zero temperature forecast overnight this
Saturday for the first time. I'll tarp the patio greens for two
nights of that, but I don't think it'll get that cold in my back
yard, which is a bit of a micro-climate unto itself as well as
being in the little band of moderated climate close to the
lake. After that it is forecast to warm up again until the
end of October.
I'm struggling a bit with the concept of staying here
for another winter, although not as concerned about it as I've
been in previous years. Maybe getting through last winter
helped me reconcile myself to the experience. It's certainly
something we'll have to accept when we're too old to travel.
Deb is keen to take the Chile to Argentina cruise but we'd have to
book it for two weeks at the end of November, which is short
notice from now, and we still have to get to Chile, so that seems
like we might be jumping the gun a little. We'd need to make
arrangements to leave the house empty again. I'm more
inclined to take shorter last minute trips this winter, and use
the time at home to continue developing my music sets and sorting
through all the papers, videos, books and films in my
basement. It would be good to trim the house contents down
to an amount that we could store if we moved into a smaller place
that was more appropriate to leave empty for months at a
time. There certainly has to be a better solution than what
we have. The ideal might have been to buy the semi beside
Ian and Ursula when that was available, so that I could have had a
smaller garden, with friends as neighbours, and we could have had
a built-in property watcher right next door when we wanted to be
away. I'll have to work toward making that a possibility if
the opportunity ever crops up again.
Oct 30th. The garden has
been put to bed for the winter, with the help of Helpxer Jorge
Encina, and the sailboat has been hauled out and put in dry
dock. I did my haul-out shift last Saturday, six hours in
the tow boat with Don Davies, but we only had two boats to
move. It drizzled a bit, but was mostly a relaxing
chore. Our own boat got lifted on Sunday morning.
I did winterizing chores this week, but mostly I
focused on music. I started up a winter acoustic
guitar/uke/banjo/mandolin group at the yacht club. Last
night we had our first meeting. We learned to play Harvest Moon
as Neil Young does it, which seemed appropriate to the season. I
had charted it yesterday morning, and I learned and played the
harmonica solo. We got all the way through it after a few
starts, and then we worked on songs from Deb's uke book but played
them with guitars, mostly. We played in an empty clubhouse
sitting on couches in front of a gas fireplace, from 7 until 10,
and there were only four of us for the first meeting, including
Elly Moore and Jack Heeren, but there are several others who've
said that they want to join us as the winter progresses.
It's a pretty ideal location. We didn't notice the time
passing and how late it was getting. Time flies on the wings
of music.
Apart from the new Thursday group, there is still my
Monday evening uke group. For the Tuesday dance duo I
maintain four sets of keyboard and vocals with backing tracks for
drums, enough to fill a four hour dance evening or bar gig.
I have my Tuesday evening swing band, reading trumpet charts.
Wednesday is darts night, and my jazz combo, where I improvise
trumpet solos and vocals on jazz standards, meets every second
Friday. Music is a bit like oxygen and exercise for me now.
It's a good way to kill time in retirement, especially in winter,
but also a way to stay mentally fit and emotionally ebullient,
with new goals constantly presenting themselves and steadily
improving facility on different instruments. I still hope to
travel south for a respite from the coldest part of the winter,
but I'm ambivalent about it given the friendships and pleasures I
have in place right here. If there comes a day, with age,
that we can't get affordable health insurance to travel somewhere
warm during the winter, this social and musical investment of time
will serve us well. We're having fun building our "chops",
and these relationships.
This year marked my biggest
gardening project to date. After several summers of
building up to this year's Jumanji jungle and over-abundance of
produce, I'll restrict my planting program next spring and focus
more on sailing and travel. That's my current plan, but I'm
always cognizant that "life is what happens when you were
expecting something else".
Hallowe'en is tomorrow. We'll shell out to the
trick-or-treaters on our street. Joe gave me some nice Bosc
pears from the tree in his yard on Wednesday. They ripen
very late in the season and don't seem to be damaged at all by the
first frost. The furnace has begun to come on early in the
mornings, so we'll put the insulation panel on the back door, do
winter servicing of vehicles, clean the eaves and put up the
Christmas lights on the next series of warm days before the first
serious cold arrives. Deb will visit her Mom and sisters in
Montreal in mid-month. We'll attend the HYC Commodore's
Ball, and apart from that I'll settle in and do a few weeks of
work sorting papers, books, tapes and old VHS and 8mm movies in
the basement. We'll keep our eyes open for good last minute
flight bargains to Central America, and spring flights to the
Balkans, or to Germany through Iceland.
January 1st, 2016. Today we
will head down to the yacht club for our traditional Commodore's
Levee through the afternoon - in anticipation of which, we have
skipped breakfast.
We had an unseasonably warm fall right up until
the week between Christmas and New Year's Eve, with record
warmth. Between the El Niño winter, the low Canadian dollar,
planned travel next summer, a freezer stuffed with our garden
produce that needs to be eaten, the various musical groups we're
involved with, and Deborah's fitness program at the local
community centre, we hemmed and hawed and finally decided to stay
in our own house this winter. This Monday coming we are
finally going to see real winter, with a dip in temperature to
minus 12. That may finally kill off my garden greens, which
have produced right up until Christmas - in particular, Siberian
and Blue Scotch kale, and swiss chard. The Siberian kale
seems unfazed by the snow surrounding it the past few days, and is
still quite edible. Next year, start a large late planting
of these greens, and continue eating them along with the large
collection of squash we've got on a rack in the basement, and the
freezer full of tomatoes and other produce.
Our friend Karen Yan dropped in for a visit,
from Buffalo. I played tennis twice, outdoors, in December -
the second time, in 14 degree warmth on Christmas Eve. We
attended Sheila's annual Christmas party. We enjoyed
Christmas Day dinner at Ian and Ursula's table, and had dinner and
played Farkle with Lawrence and Joan prior to their annual escape
to their 33' sailboat Tranquility in Florida.
At the end of October we
convened a guitar group at Highland yacht club that meets in the
clubhouse on Thursday evenings. That has been a lot of
fun. Average attendance is about seven, sometimes more, and
we have charts collected in a Facebook group for everyone to share
throughout the week. We display them on a screen in order to
play together. The weekly uke group continues, a year and a
half after our inaugural get-together. The jazz combo and
the swing band are on a Christmas break hiatus but will start up
again within days.
My focus with Wayne, doing the dance duo, has
shifted from classic rock, "swamp rock" and blues to what I call
Maritime Kitchen Party and Celtic Bounce music. We're hoping
to do another pub night this spring but with a focus on this
particular genre of music. Last March we did "British Pub
Night". In a future year we may do a "Highland Hootenany"
with folk-rock and other tunes that would fit in that sort of
basket. Each genre basket has a singalong component.
When I wrote my October 15th entry, I mentioned
our early October trip to Invermere, B.C., to niece Andrea's
wedding. I figured there'd be photos contributed over time by
their official photographer(s) and guests. Sure enough,
they've compiled quite a few on their Facebook page "Corey
and Andrea Tie the Knot". That's a first for me, a new
way of recording a significant life event. Davin and Kenton
made a great video. I haven't incorporated their photos into
my own slideshow. It's easier to view theirs where they have
posted them, and there are a lot of them. I don't know how
long Facebook will allow them to exist on their servers.
I didn't mention having had Sol here for
Thanksgiving in October. We brought Kymberly to the house
for that dinner as well. She's studying at U of T now.
Deb has taken to preparing a meal and driving it to Sol's instead
of making him drive across the city to our house, which he seems
to prefer. For Sol's birthday on Nov 28th, we ate steak
tenderloin and birthday cake, and we took him a turkey at
Christmas. Sol remains healthy and hearty at 93. He
made a 22 fret wooden banjo which he gave to me. It sounds
pretty good, especially through an amp with a piezzo pickup.
He's
working on a ukulele for Deborah.
Everyone else in the family is well, it
seems. We get regular updates from Dianne with photos of
her, Kris and Miranda, and photos from Heather featuring her new
horse Honeydew. I visit what I call "the village well" every
morning, i.e. Facebook, the family and community linking platform
which has taken over from email and snail mail before that.
I had my reservations about the new platform when it began to
become particularly useful to us four years ago, but so far it
appears to have been the same sort of suspicion and mistrust that
humans have always harboured for any new and different way of
doing anything. I haven't experienced a downside to my
participation and use of the platform. Admittedly, I still
continue to ignore their constant nudging to provide more personal
information. I began building my personal website over
twenty years ago, when pages were constructed using nothing but
html code - wysiwyg editors hadn't even come along yet. I
maintain my diary and personal photo albums, and profiles on Helpx
and Couchsurfing. The ability to share digitally has been
very useful for maintaining contact with family and friends, and
displaying who we are to those we hope to host us and those who
might stay with us when they visit Toronto. It is already
difficult, in the age of Google, Facebook and other sites we
employ on a daily basis, to imagine a day twenty years ago when
they didn't yet exist. It seems like a lifetime ago.
Looking even further back, the travels, travails and events of my
life in the prior forty years have begun to feel like an
historical tale about another person and another era. Which
is something to think about on the first day of a new year,
wondering what the next twenty years may bring.
Having said that, here are photos, in our fall and
winter diary photo album.
Feb 3rd. Today was Rob's
birthday. We never hear anything from him. He told me
more than once that his normal mode is hermetic, reclusive.
He got tons of birthday wishes but didn't respond, but I guess
they were relayed by Cynthia, who posted "Rob says thank you to everyone
... he has not been able to access his Facebook account in
several months (don't think he tries too hard)."
Of course he could set up a fresh account if he ever wanted
to. His granddaughter and others have multiple accounts, and
two of my friends use complete pseudonyms, so that's a bogus
excuse, but I have to respect his privacy. Once in a blue
moon he responds to email. It's an odd contrast with his
personality when you meet him in person, where he seems to mask
shyness and anxiety with a charm and a gregariousness that could
make any salesman rich. Rather like comedians who shine on
stage but mask depression.
Rob's birthday was blessed with record high
temperatures in Toronto - 15.5 degrees. There is no
snow on the ground. We finally have a date for British Pub
Night, March 4th. We'll only do three short sets, and we
have a balance of Beatles and other British Invasion to play
alongside much older singalong fare. I'll take my new Roland
keyboard this time. We'll go to our second Irish pub
gathering at the Corner House Pub on Feb 21st. I'll take my
penny whistle and the 4 string wooden plectrum banjo that Sol
made, which I have strung with tenor banjo strings in a Chicago
tuning. I'll take my turns in the circle singing a few songs
from my "Down East Kitchen Party" collection. My jazz combo
is gearing up with a short list of tunes we'd perform, but we have
no venue or date yet; but my Scarborough Music Lovers swing band
has dates on April 10th at Scarborough Civic Centre and at a dance
in Brampton on May 7th, both paid gigs. There are a couple
of retirement home gigs as well, but I don't know the dates
yet. The weekly uke and the guitar groups are both eagerly
attended by core groups, usually six to eight people at
each. I play tennis about once a week at L'Amoreaux tennis
centre (at least that's our attempted level of frequency) with the
usual foursome. Deb continues her "shopping as extreme sport",
saving us a lot of money by clever use of coupons and flyers,
online offers and price-matching. She has accepted the
mantle of responsibility for meeting the truck and being the
off-loading supervisor at the food bank on Monday mornings,
deciding what they need for the freezer and pantry for the
volunteers to distribute when the clients arrive on
Wednesday. Deb's shopping savvy is helpful to the food bank
as well, since they have a budget to purchase items that aren't
provided through donation via the Second Harvest delivery truck
program.
So our decision to stay put this winter has not been
a bad one. Others continue to benefit from our presence,
which is important to me. It's a weird, somewhat
watered-down but still prevalent urge to have a component of
service to others in my life. I get a sense of satisfaction
from that, which is why teaching was an occupation that suited
me. We're fielding requests from youngsters in Europe and
Brazil who want to travel to Canada. The seed catalogues
have arrived, so my mind will soon occupy itself with planning our
garden for this year. The El Niño winter certainly lived up
to predictions and made it less painful to stick around. I
fantasize about a nomadic lifestyle in an Airstream community,
traveling about the warmer parts of N. America and playing music
around campfires, but that'll have to wait a little longer. We're
still far from being able to break free from our bungalow, and
that could be a "be careful what you wish for" situation.
There's a lot we might miss if we became nomadic, including our
community of friends and activities.
March 5th. This was an
interesting month for me, preparing for British Pub Night at
Highland Yacht Club with Wayne and Paul Farrant in the face of a
split between fans of a singalong and a vocal minority of grumpy
old men with undue influence in the event who were not even on the
social committee. That's quite an unpleasant feature of
clubs with demographics like ours, which probably includes most
yacht clubs. These "GOBs" didn't want anything more than
"background music" at the now second annual event that Wayne and I
invented last year as a singalong evening. A spokesman for
the group picked the most obnoxious timing and public forum to
voice their opinion, two days before the event, after we'd already
spent weeks preparing the music, on our club's Facebook
group. I asked why they didn't just put on a CD for
background music, and pointed out that the organizers had insisted
that they wanted us to play. The organizers then did a bit
of an about-face, telling us much too late to know how and what to
prepare for the event, that they only wanted a performance this
year rather than a singalong. Thus a well-received event
from the previous year was embraced by the social committee this
year, who took ownership of our idea and recreated it without
including us in their planning. Lesson learned, by me at
least. They killed the goose that laid last year's golden
egg. I will never get roped into volunteering for such an
event again.
We did a good snappy set of Beatles, Stones,
Trogs, Proclaimers and Gerry and the Pacemakers last night, which
was applauded and well-received, but we had to shelve our second
set of older singalong tunes that the older club members would
have enjoyed, and which they had enjoyed the previous year.
That was mostly due to a timing miscalculation of the evening by
the organizer. They did a good job of organizing a decent
meal and a few games, but they completely overestimated the
interest people would have for the games. The darts
tournament, for example, had only four people signed up until I
wandered over to join them in an attempt to support JB's
effort. The start time for our first set was pushed back
more than an hour, and by the time the darts was over and the
other games wrapped up (I actually didn't see anyone playing
checkers or any of the other games that had been dreamed up), two
thirds of the attendees had drifted away and gone home.
There was no point doing a second set to the small hard-core
remainder, who seemed to be more interested in their beer by then
than in a singalong. They were "well into their cups", as
the saying goes.
The organizers completely underestimated
the interest that the attendees would have in a singalong.
The singalong component was featured as the primary focus of the
event on a poster sent out to members last year, and many people
bought their tickets this second year in anticipation of a repeat
experience. We have videos of people singing lustily the
previous year, but the organizers memories were short.
Influenced by the grumpy old bastards, they tied our hands by
refusing to agree to the printing of song sheets or even just to
pull down the projector screen. I tried to make the lyrics
available via wifi, but not enough people were clued into that
ahead of time, so they had no access to the lyrics.
I resolved that I'll never do that event
again. If I change my mind, it'll be on my negotiated terms
and I'll be part of the planning committee, who this time
displayed a baffling, waffling ambivalence in their preferences
until we were well into our set design and rehearsal, and even
then they remained unclear about their intentions. It was
the fifth time I've played for the club in the past year. I
organized a mid-winter cabaret music night, provided entertainment
for two British Pub Nights, a Family Day, and Oktoberfest, which
was also badly organized in terms of timing of the program.
Only Family Day and our cabaret music night were much of a
pleasure to do. The amount of effort in rehearsal, daily
practice, set-up and tear down for a short half-hour burst of
music for British Pub Night this year just wasn't at all worth the
effort.
At least half the room were very
appreciative of our efforts. Many wished we'd played longer
and/or had more of a singalong. Perhaps I'll participate in
another sort of cabaret music night with a singalong component,
but only if I get to organize it myself. Wayne and I were
both shocked at the ambivalence and negativity of the all too
influential "GOBs". These retired guys have too much time on
their hands to devote to the club, and believe that they have more
right to sway opinion and direction of the club than younger
members who pay just as much to be there. They make
secretive decisions by consensus among themselves and not by open
polling, which might reveal opinions they don't want anyone else
to know about. We offered them a cheery bit of
entertainment, providing our musical skills for free, skills that
we both get paid for if we choose to market ourselves to local
pubs. Wayne has previously been paid to provide entertainment to
our neighbouring yacht club, but our own set of "GOB's" were
unsupportive, sometimes offensive and scurrilous in their
treatment of our offering. I hope I never become one of
those guys.
In other news of the past month, Camila
Shinye and her boyfriend Douglas Dohu came from Saõ Paulo in
Brazil. I took care of them from their arrival at the
airport through the duration of their adventure in Canada. I
connected them with Sheila for a place to stay in Toronto, and
they stayed at our house for one night as well upon their return
from Montreal. They were delightful. A cautionary
tale: they booked a tour that included Ottawa but the agent
screwed up the dates on their booking so they had to cancel the
second city. They did get to spend a week in New York before
going home to Brazil.
Deb visited her Mom and sister in
Montreal. It was a short trip, not much more than a
weekend. Megabus makes it easy and cheap to get back and
forth, and their terminus isn't far from our house. She'll
go again this month, but this time she'll travel business class on
the train. She gets her ticket cost cut in half by providing
service reports as a "mystery shopper".
Deb and I are studying German now in
preparation for a trip to Dresden for Silken's wedding. We
hope to see a bit of Poland and the Czech Republic as well.
I've been to the second monthly Irish
music invitational gathering at the Corner House Pub, led by a
couple who are in the group Old Man Flanagan's Ghost. I took
Sol's little 4 string homemade wooden banjo, which I was able to
string and tune in a "Chicago tuning", but it was too quiet to
hold its own against the other musicians and the mic'd p.a.
I'm practicing with the 5 string for the March event. I've
discovered that there are more ways to tune a banjo than there are
banjo players, and because Irish music is predominantly in the key
of D (if you only own one penny whistle, it should be in the key
of D), I've shifted from the open G tuning that is most common for
banjo players to an open D tuning with a high A drone string: f# D
F# A D
Jazz combo doesn't meet as often as we'd
wish. It's difficult to find commonly available dates. I
enjoy doing the vocal harmonies, trumpet improv breaks, and
covering the keys when Matthew wants to play flute or sax.
It's my only chance to play jazz chords and improv on the
keyboard, these days. The swing band meets weekly and we
have three performance dates coming up in April, May and
June. Ukulele group continues, and in the guitar group we
never have a dull week. We're always stretching ourselves to
try something a little more challenging and surprising.
We had dinner at Don's one evening.
It's his birthday today, coincidentally. He continues to
enjoy expressing himself in writing, and we have other
connections: tennis, music and sailing. We are dock-mates at
Highland, and have been friends for upwards of a decade now.
I have joined a bi-weekly writer's group
at nearby Albert Campbell library. I wrote a first couple of
pages for them, a description of a character and an event from two
years ago, but overcoming writer's inertia remains a problem for
me. Writer's block is never a problem, but lack of an
essential ingredient is: I always need to get "a round
tuit". Mind you, lack of motivation is also a response to
the suspicion that there are already far too many stories and
songs in the world, so what's the point in adding more? I
have energy for gardening and for musical pursuits including
learning and singing clever songs that others have written,
sometimes adjusting them to suit my taste, but those activities
have immediate personal and social rewards. Apart from this
diary and emails to friends, writing doesn't seem as if it will
result in anything that won't simply disappear into the chaos of
overabundance. My travelogues for friends and family have
been the only writing that I've eagerly created. Normally
there isn't anything going on in my life that is dramatic, exotic
or conflict-ridden enough to be the seed for writing. It's
rather like having absolutely no reason to play and sing the
blues, or at least to create my own. Our thirst for drama
and conflict is satisfied when we engage with the fire hose that
both mainstream and social media have become in our era, so
fiction has become as boring to write as it is to read. I
thought I might do some songwriting, but there seems little to
express that isn't too foolish or juvenile for this stage of my
life. I can't even howl the blues: I have an idyllic life
with a right-sized woman who shows no signs of leaving; I've had
several dogs but they all died a long time ago and my truck still
runs just fine. My advancing arthritis makes me blue, but
that's about it. The jury is still out on whether my writing focus
will shift and expand as the age of being too old to travel creeps
closer, but at the moment all that's surfacing are some memories
and descriptions of events from my early years.
March "came in like a lion", but this
week's burst of snowfalls was the last we'll have for the year,
and we haven't had much snow or many very cold days this
winter. The next fourteen days are forecast to be well above
seasonal averages. We'll probably even begin to play outdoor
tennis again. The city indoor workers have been on "work to
rule", which means they go to work and get paid, but don't
actually answer phones or do any work, so we've had difficulty
booking indoor courts for tennis. Bruce Ewing called me twice this
past month to fill in with him and Colin at Cassandra, a private
club. Seedy Saturday is four weeks away, and I know that my
friend Ian will be planting his onions and other bulbs this
month. I'm constructing a simple greenhouse for the south
side of the shed to serve as a warm spring growing area.
I'll take it down when the summer arrives and the pole beans will
be growing up the trellis in that location. April will be a
month of preparing for sailboat launch, as well.
On March 5th we attended a concert as
guests of the conductor, our old friend Andrew Chung. It was
the Counterpoint Community
Orchestra, billed as Toronto’s LGBTTIQQ2SA Orchestra. I know
what the first third of those initials stand for, but not the rest
of them. The music was great, and the program included a lot
of orchestral film music.
We remain healthy. Life is still
good.
April 5th. After an El Niño winter, it
looked like we'd have a warm spring as well, but we had a late
snowfall, very unusual for April, and two weeks of pretty cold
temperatures to go with it, slowing down the melt. But the
purple croci are up, and the lungwort is beginning to
blossom. Tulips and day lilies are up but there are no
blossoms yet. We went to Seedy Saturday three days
ago. I have some pepper, coriander and swiss chard
germinated, and now I'm starting trays of more peppers and other
seeds. I got a few hours of yard clean-up done on the few
warmish days that we had. Deb and I made a vermi-poster
together from a rolling cabinet with plastic drawers. We
stocked it with worms from under the leaves in our own garden, so
we'll see how that turns out as opposed to buying a starter stock
of red wigglers.
My numerous musical activities will remain a
significant part of each week until after HYC Launch at the end of
this month, when we may have to make new arrangements for the
guitar group, and until after my swing band's May 7th dance in
Brampton. The swing band always takes a summer hiatus, but
the uke group and jazz combo will probably continue on a patchwork
schedule as members take summer vacations. The guitar group
is the most fun for me. It's the most social, and we attempt
interesting new tunes each week. We sing impromptu harmonies
and just laugh when it all falls apart. My guitar chops are
advancing by working through these songs. I'm proficient at
hearing and playing barre chords all over the neck now. I'm
getting steadily better at lead breaks and picking out
counterpoint melodies, and I'm on the verge of developing some
finger-style skills. Look out, Tommy Emmanuel.
I've managed to write three short pieces for my new
writers' group, although one piece was a reworking of something I
wrote over forty years ago. I have one new piece in process that
has proven difficult to get into. It requires research, and
consideration of which person and what perspective to voice the
story in. I think that I finally have a handle on it,
conceptually, so that'll be my project for the next two weeks.
I played tennis once a week, sometimes with Don, Paul
and Jim, and sometimes with Dave Gracey and the older players at
Cassandra courts. We went to Dovercourt House to dance folk
dances, and Deborah stumbled while trying to dance with Ira,
Shraddha's son, and hurt her shoulder, but she seems to be
recovering. She's getting physiotherapy for it. My own
shoulder/arm/wrist is gradually deteriorating with age. It
is painful every morning, and after using my arm for almost any
kind of repetitive strain, playing keyboard, trumpet, darts,
tennis, guitar or banjo. I may consider complaining about it
to my doctor after our trip, and see if I can get some kind of
imaging appointment that could tell me if there's anything that
could be done for it.
We made plans for our trip to Silken's wedding in
Dresden, and found a Canadian teacher to host us for a week when
we arrive in Prague. That was lucky. She seems very
nice, a Bahai from Exeter, Ontario who has been teaching in
international schools since she graduated twelve years ago.
She'll be a great resource for us. It's always the best way
to travel, having a local host who can tell you what to see and
do, and what to avoid.
Deb and I attended rehearsal last night for our roles
in a "murder mystery" at the yacht club, scheduled for this coming
weekend. My Civic Centre swing band concert is the next day,
and a week later we get the delivery of city compost at our local
park. Planting will commence for us for anything that we can
risk putting out before the last chance of frost in May. On
the last weekend of April we'll launch the sailboat, so we'll have
to spend a couple of days prepping the boat and the motor and
preparing for launch. I'll be in the tow boat with Don again
for the first half of launch day. I hope the weather will be
sunny and warm.