Friday, 27 July 2012
yummy yummy yummy yummy yummy grilled cheese in kensington.
sigh, I always forget to take pictures of things before I start to eat them. Because, you know, it's food. And I can't help myself.
pee.ess. I'm going to be making all the photos bigger. I'll also be going back and changing all the old ones so they look prettier. I'm glad I decided to do this in July, and not, say, in February. When it would be easy. Ugh.
Monday, 23 July 2012
You can't tell the Davsters... but I'm carrying on a love affair with my drive to work. We only meet a few times a week. And even then, I'm always on the move. No matter what the conditions, my drive to work is happy to see me, and the sky always opens up into a sparkling, smiling blue. The colour of the fields as I drive by makes my heart race and as I turn toward the theatre, I know my heart will ache with the trials of separation until we can meet again.
Saturday, 14 July 2012
Thursday, 12 July 2012
What series of things do I love... well, in no particular order,
sailing on the ocean eating red velvet and buttercream
So, I think mine turned out to be more really-dark-pink-almost-passably-red velvet. And yet, still delicious.
Now, this is one of the coolest girls ever.
Her name is Laura. She is from Finland. She travelled all the way to Prince Edward Island to give a seminar on the Finnish and Swedish translations of Emily of New Moon and the discrepancies found therein. (I know). Then she flew all the way to Toronto to hang out with us -- in Leaskdale -- and see my show. Seriously, she came across an ocean to stand among her intellectual peers, and managed to scoot over to our little hamlet and sit in stifling heat and hear my story. Epic.
And then she hung out with us for Canada Day. I made rainbow fruit skewers a la Takei. Pics to follow.
Sunday, 8 July 2012
Me and my posse of ladies on opening night. And oh yeah, the handsome Conrad Boyce.
Sometimes, when my stomach is wrought with nerves and butterflies, I wonder why I insist on throwing myself up on stage over and over. And then I step up and face the audience and I remember. Cause there is nothing else like it. Nothing.