Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Catching Up...

This is the first night out of the last several that I've reached home at a reasonable hour with a bit of time to decompress. My temp job is slated to run through the end of April, and only at the end will I discover whether I have been asked back for another. Work for this company in my position generally ends about midsummer. I am taking things a step at a time. I did have a slight rise in pay since I was a returning employee, which I appreciate.

Monday of this week saw the first night of Pesach or Passover and I've attended two Seders, both of which were enjoyable and lend both history and meaning to this season.

As for Hamlet, the opera by French composer, Charles Louis Ambroisie Thomas, it was written in 1868, and was well worth seeing. I would recommend that anyone with the interest visit the website for the New York Metropolitan Opera. You can get information on next season and find out when offerings are broadcast in your area via radio. Live HD performances broadcast in theatres across the world can be found there as well. Sung completely in French, it is an adaptation rather than a straight portrayal of Shakespeare's work, with a different ending. Because Hamlet the opera is performed rarely, this was almost a once-in-a-lifetime event and the cast and maestro were fabulous.

The only blight on this activity occurred when members of an area opera club got a bit boisterous and were asked by other viewers to quiet down...

In case anyone wonders, I did not nod off, I'm happy to say.

I'll catch up on blogs as I can and leave you with yet another desert scene.

This marks my one hundredth post...Really, that is hard to believe!

Until Next Time...

Friday, March 26, 2010

Knackered And Hoping I Don't Nod Off During Hamlet...

After rising with the birds and getting out the door at 7 AM, I am overdue for an early night. The work tires the brain, so I hope this post isn't incomprehensible. The people at my workplace are nice. Most are retired professionals who do seasonal temporary work.

I have been early to bed only to have sleep thwarted by noisy neighbours, cats and a sudden storm, so I hope I don't nod off during the New York Metropolitan Opera's reprisal of Hamlet tomorrow...

I wish everyone a wonderful weekend, and I'll check in with those of you on my blog list as I can.

Until Next Time...

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

And Now, A Brief Interlude From The Planet Of E...

Megan of All I Need Is Everything put up an interesting neme based on the Seven Dwarfs as in Snow White and the...

Because I'm such a lazy cow, and can't come up with anything as remotely interesting, I thought I'd give this a go...

A gentle word of warning...All sarcasm is intended...


This has until recently been plural for me. Now, I'm down to the one keeper of the lot. She listens well and unlike her colleagues, tends not to infuriate. I've changed docs like most people change underwear since the majority of them knew less about my life and health than they should.

One such highly credentialed pillock delivered shocking news to my mother forty five years ago when he said that I was unteachable, could not learn and should be institutionalised. As if this was infuriating enough for her, he then pronounced her deluded for believing otherwise. She often got things wrong, but not this, and I thank her departed spirit for this more often as I get older.


Her Royal Stroppiness on days I don't get sufficient rest, I am usually quiet unless I know someone well. People sometimes equate my reserve with stand offishness. I let them think what they will and try to live life on my own terms.


I get really happy over little things these days, like not having to haul the bin bag out to the community dumpster or deal with the recycling since my neighbor handles that. I'm relieved to have the groceries delivered and delighted that my pets get in-home attention from their favourite veterinary technician. Like Megan, I also rejoice in having a washer and dryer in the flat. Now, if only I could get back over the pond for a visit, that would make me supremely happy...


The worst thing about being a midlife woman...I feel chronically in need of naps, and I hate being sleepy.



I've never suffered from bashfulness...My mother taught me to set goals and meet them, a trait that belies being shy. I can talk to anyone and I carefully observe those around me.


A condition that developes when I get a nose full of fur as one of my feline friends sticks a paw or two on my nose, usually in an attempt to wake their lazy human for event that is far less appreciated at 4:30 AM than at 6 or thereafter.


Only in a past life...No dope of any kind for me...

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Working Stiff...

I know several of you have been curious as to my recent absences here. Taking a bow from Baino, I don't normally write about extremely personal matters, at least not without being a bit veiled for privacy's sake, but the walls have been coming in on me a bit and I'm trying to make some decisions about what to do and where, as well as how and when...

One of the hardest things to deal with has been the flight of people I believed to be friends. Another has been lack of employment. This week, I will take a temporary job in my neighbourhood that is slated to last about five weeks. As the work is rather mentally demanding, my posts may be intermittent at best. I did post comments to those of you who read and commented on my previous post.

This job is by no means a career step, nor is the pay rate wonderful, but it is better than nothing. It will also be the first time I venture into the world of work since getting my chair.

I wish everyone a wonderful weekend and welcome your e-mails and comments. I'll leave you with a beautiful scene...

Until Next Time...

Monday, March 15, 2010

Think What You Will...

Au revoir

Sparks flew the day we met
Between your eyes and mine
The sudden flash of desire

We argued over politics, countries, cultures,
All the while knowing that what we both wanted was
The geography of skin

Fingers unlacing, slowly tracing the plane of your cheek
We locked eyes, then lost ourselves to a Sunday’s rain
Its rhythms steady against the headiness of lust.

E, 2009

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Theme Thursday: Hat

Photo Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons. Original Painting located in the National Gallery, Washington, D.C. By Johannes Vermeer, circa 1665-66.

A favourite of mine, Girl with a Red Hat, was painted in the latter part of Vermeer's career. Because he was not prolific, and not well known beyond Delft, Vermeer's reputation as one of the foremost painters of the Dutch Golden Age was only established with the re-discovery of his work in the 19th century and thereafter.

The Girl with the Red Hat emphasises the artist's use of layered colour, texture and his interest in and use of light. I've always been intrigued by the model as I am in another of Vermeer's works, The Girl with the Pearl Earring.

Though I like hats, I rarely wear them. I would wear the red hat depicted here if I could. Both the shape and texture are eye-popping, don't you think?

Happy Theme Thursday.

Until Next Time...

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Blogging Break...

My apologies for not posting in the last two weeks, but it has become apparent that a break from the blog is needed at this time. Thanks for your understanding and I'll be back to post as I can in the coming days.