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Lucky boots January 28, 2012

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Sometimes you just get lucky.  Unexpected discoveries, simple pleasures, a wish fulfilled…

Three years ago, I started looking for the perfect pair of grey boots.

My criteria:

  • real leather
  • under $150
  • tall
  • cute

I found the Second Miracle Logan’s on Fluevog.com and drooled big time.  They met all the criteria except price.  Unfortunately they were 3X the budget, and there was no way I could talk myself into them.  >>sigh<<  Every once in a while I’d go back to the site and stare dreamily at them.  Then this fall, they were gone.  I let go the dream that those were my dream boots.  I kept searching for grey boots, but despite the odd ‘grey boots only’ shopping events, I remained empty handed..ur…bare footed?

Today, I was at the Fluevog site and clicked “Clearance.”  There were 3 items in my size, and guess what was there?  ONE pair of my Logan boots!  AND they were so discounted that with tax and shipping they STILL met budget!  My boots are in Montreal.  Fantastique.  Soon they will be here.  My quest for the perfect grey boots has finally ended.

It’s a simple pleasure to have a goal achieved.  Is this a lesson on the value of perseverence and patience?  Perhaps.  Lacing them up is definitely going to require perseverence and patience!  (No kidding- there is no zipper in these).

I decided that I can’t buy a single additional bit of footwear this month.

Good thing it’s the 31st.

No wait.  It’s the 27th!  That’s 4 days to remain new shoeless!  Wow.  That will be hard, but I will fight my base urges and restrain myself.

 

 

Buddha & ballet January 27, 2012

I think, at least, that it was Buddha who said, “When the student is ready, the master appears.” It’s a good observation; however, the master will no doubt have been there all along, but until the student was ready, he had no focus to see him/her.  What if the master is ready, but no student appears?

As a kid, I took ballet lessons from the founder of the Royal Winnipeg Ballet,  Dr. Gweneth Lloyd. Not advanced, pointe work ballet, mind you. Twinkle-toe tots kind of of ballet. I think it was a complete waste of talent for her to have been teaching me. Perhaps others in the class went on to become amazing stars, but not me. Mind you, I can still do the 5 positions, but the discipline of mind and body required by ballet was definitely not mine. I am not of the “No pain, no gain” school. (My particular mantra is “No pain! No pain!” ) I remember her walking through the class, with her bright red lipstick on, stick in hand, prowling to poke at us “Move this, tighten that.” I was rather traumatized by the whole affair.

Then there was the recital. I was a swamp fairy. Unlike the cute flower fairies who got to wear pastels and tutus, the swamp fairies wore dyed khaki green waffle weave underwear. Yes. really. Undershirts and undershorts. Dyed pukey green. They made me go on stage in underwear.  Did I mention that I had a personal seamstress who’d kept me in adorable little outfits since birth?  All that work to learn a choreography only for public humiliation in underwear.  I cried.  I didn’t want to go on stage.  It was not a happy day.  I did dance, of course, because it was a stage, but plainly I’ve never gotten over it.

I did not go onto further ballet studies, which was probably for the best.

There was a master, but I was not meant to be her student.

Explain that one, Buddha.

 

huh? January 5, 2012

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A nurse was walking my father back from the bathroom and turned to me, “You should pick up some Fixodent for him. His teeth are loose, and he’s spitting when he talks.”
I looked at her in confusion. “They make Fixodent for real teeth?”
Now it was her turn for confusion. She looked stunned. “Ninety-seven years old and he still has his teeth?”
I nodded.
“Well. He shouldn’t. They should be falling out.”
Huh?

 

black thumb December 18, 2011

Filed under: anecdotes — Shawn Bird @ 12:40 pm

My daughter walked into the living room and froze.

“What’s that?” she said, pointing in stunned disbelief at the flowering plant on the end table.  I have a reputation for killing plants.

“It’s my Christmas cactus.”

“Is it new?”

“No!  I’ve had it for a few years.  It blooms faithfully every Christmas and Easter.”

She put her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes thoughtfully, before asking, “Does it have to be dying to flower?”

I smirked sheepishly,  ”Well.  Yes.”

“I knew it!” she shouted, to the aggrevation of the poodles.

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modern medicine? December 15, 2011

Filed under: anecdotes,Reading — Shawn Bird @ 11:22 pm
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You know you’ve been reading a lot (too much?) historical fiction when you have a bad bump, see the bruise brewing in the swelling of the skin and you think, “Damn.  That’s going to be a nasty bruise.  If I could get a leech on it right now, it would be fine.”

Yes.

True story.

 

ha November 30, 2011

Filed under: anecdotes,projects — Shawn Bird @ 1:48 pm
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An observation by the man of my house:

“You know, instead of you going to all this work to make me a kilt, I could just wear a towel around my waist…”

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If I’d known about this handy little product from the Galician Shop, I might have considered it!

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do it! November 2, 2011

Today one of my students was singing show tunes to himself as he packed up at the end of class.  As I placed the musical, and we got talking, I told him this story.  It occurred to me that I haven’t shared this one with you all.

When I was about 8, my parents took me to the Banff School of Fine Art’s production of Fiddler on the Roof.  I remember the excitement of driving from Calgary to Banff, I remember falling asleep in the car on the drive home, and I remember loving the music.  We bought the album, and I sang those tunes constantly.  I particularly loved “Far From the Home I Love” which is sung by daughter Hodel as she goes to Siberia to join Perchik.

When I was in grade seven, our school mounted a production of Fiddler on the Roof.  Auditions were announced.  I wanted to be Hodel.  I went down to the drama room, heart pounding, and discovered that grade 9, Richie Eichler was going to play Tevye.  My heart stopped.

My little trio of friends called him the Maharaja, because he was always surrounded by a harem of girls.  He was funny, kind of goofy looking, and we couldn’t quite figure out what the attraction was, but we were in awe of it, nonetheless.  At least, I was.  I was petrified of auditioning in front of Richie Eichler.  He didn’t know me at all, of course.  There was absolutely no reason for my panic, but I was paralyzed.  I couldn’t do the audition.

A few months later, I sat in the audience and watched the girl playing Hodel butcher my song.  She couldn’t sing at all, and so she recited it like a poem.  It was a knife turning in my gut.  I could sing.  I could have brought the audience to tears with that song.  I sing it with tears pouring down my face even today.    It’s the kind of song that the audience is crushed by.  I felt guilty.  I was angry with myself for not having the courage to go through the audition, because I would have gotten the part, and I would have been good.  It was a painful lesson.  I decided the next opportunity, to act in Fiddler on the Roof, I would audition for Hodel.

You may be able to guess what happened.  I never found another production of it.  Now I could perhaps play Golde, but I will never be able to play young Hodel.  I had one chance, and I lost it.

Stupid.

I have won many other auditions over the years, and had the opportunity to sing other roles, but the role that sparked my star-struck dreams was never to be mine.

Damn Richie Eichler!   Damn my pointless fears!

Never let your imagined worries stop you from taking hold of your dreams.  You may not get a second chance.

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PS. As a matter of trivia- Lloyd played trumpet in the orchestra for this production.  I remembered him from this, when we met the first time a couple years later volunteering at Kelowna General Hospital.

 

clean ex-teen September 13, 2011

Filed under: anecdotes — Shawn Bird @ 11:49 am
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The other day on Facebook, one of my former students posted this status.  It had me laughing so hard I asked her if I could share it with you:

The day you realize you’re no longer an adolescent: When you genuinely feel excited that you finally found a dishwasher detergent tablet that works well on stuck-on food… Doomed

Julia Goodridge

How about you?  When was the thing that told you that you finally weren’t an adolescent any more?

 

 

Striking Back at the Empire September 9, 2011

True confession.

I am a Star Wars geek.

Any time that any episode of the Star Wars movies is on TV, it is turned on.  It doesn’t necessarily mean I am watching it closely.  In fact, I’m probably not.  But having it playing in the background is like spending time with an old friend.  Just the company is nice.

Back in the day when these movies were playing in the theatres, we eagerly awaited the arrival of the second movie- The Empire Strikes Back at the time.  Waited.  Waited.  Waited.  Finally it was out and we crowded to the theatres.  We sat on the edges of our seats as the story played out, and just as things were coming to a peak of tension….

…the movie stopped.

It didn’t end, because nothing was resolved.  It just stopped.  Right in the middle.  I was SOOOOOOOOOOOO frustrated!!!!  I was angry.  I’m still angry, actually.  I remain so embittered about that theatre experience that when The Empire Strikes Back is on my TV, I ignore it as much as possible.

Take that George Lucas!

These guys apparently know my pain.  Check out this awesome video of How Empire Strikes Back Should Have Ended…  (Thanks Kelsey!)

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gone, not forgotten September 2, 2011

Filed under: anecdotes,Friendship — Shawn Bird @ 11:24 am
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Once upon a time I had a friend who was a middle child.  She was an eldest daughter between a precious son and an adorable daughter.  She was the kind of child who chafed at constriction, who felt injustice and inequality, who was determined to have her own way even if it hurt.

She made some choices that were painful for friends and family alike.  But time wore down the edges, softened attitudes and then life blossomed.  She joyfully awaited the birth of a child.  Like many things with her, it was a high risk endeavour.  She didn’t do things the easy way.  Doctors said they’d ensure the delivery was a safe one.

The child arrived, but the delivery wasn’t safe.   There came baby, blood, coma and after a time of lingering, she left.  A final injustice.

She didn’t get to see her baby grown into an amazing young woman.  She didn’t get to become all she could have been herself.  But she lives on in our memories, and on her birthday, a tear may fall…

Thinking of  her today.

 

 
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