BLOGG # 97-- HOT LAZY SUMMER AFTERNOONS AND BIRDS OF PREY

As all Victorians know,and indeed all Canadians jealously know,we are having the most incredible spring and summer ever.Personally,I have been in a state of enchantment for the past three months. As I go about my daily chores I am astounded. Never have I seen flowers blooming so shamelessly brilliantly,never have I seen the new and brightest green leaves dance with such joy and never have I seen the Victorian sky so blue.It has been a veritable moveable feast of delights and I have taken every opportunity to enjoy it. Last weekend was particularly wonderful and is what I want to write about. I spent the night at my daughter's place which has a wonderful view of Mt Baker and overlooking the sound .I woke up at 2am and spent some time watching the moon and it's reflection on the water. It was three quarters full and a deep golden orange and so lovely I thought I had been transported during my sleep to a Greek island and wistfully looked for the lights of the chre chre- the chain of little fishing boats that fish all night. I felt enchanted and nostalgic. This enchantment lasted throughout the day which I spent reading on the terrace and looking at the view. Mt Baker was so vivid that day-the sea so blue. Sometimes I read and sometimes I contemplated the view and marveled at the wonders of being alive. The cat, Jimmy, black as night was my companion. He had just survived death in a ferocious night battle a few days ago-costing the family 500.00 in cash to the vet and he had lots of contemplating to do on the wonders of living too thinking about survival in the jungle of life- and speaking of life and survival, I also spent a fair amount of time watching a hawk circulating the cliff and sweeping close by me. I could almost feel the wind from his wings as he skimmed the earth, brushing the grass with his wings as he swooped towards me-hunting of course the baby quail that hide in the bushes before the steep cliff near the terrace. There is something so moving about being allowed to be a close up observer of a predator in his maneuvers as he scans the earth-a privilege to watch these noble birds and their clear intentions and focus. Predators and birds of prey have a bad rap of course in our quest for a world with no violence {except our own] but the truth is we need these wonderful creatures to maintain the balance of nature and nature in her wisdom has made these creatures always beautiful, graceful and mysterious. Certainly Jimmy the cat in spite of missing a hip and one pupil still manages to look more graceful than any ballet dancer as he stalks the unfortunate baby rabbit-I know ,I know, disgraceful isn't it- but Jimmy is a predator pure and simple and does not care about our romantic notions of nature. I am in conflict of course -I feel for the bunny but can't help admiring the stalker. I also have the same conflict when watching nature shows on African predators. But the fascination persists. And now I can really go out on a limb and confess I also admire the two legged predators on Kitsilano beach in Vancouver on a hot summer day and even better, on an Italian beach. So I have to sum up this blogg with the confession I am completely in thrall of a seductive hot sunny summer afternoon and equally of a smooth graceful predator. As you can see I really enjoy the dangers of a seductive life and appreciate it in all it's aspects and advise you to do the same.

BLOGG #93 TODAY I BOUGHT A RING!

I do not wear rings -I don't even like them and haven't worn one since I lost my wedding ring in 1975, but today I bought one. I was coming home on the ferry from Vancouver after attending an art show and was ,as always, in my favourite place- the Gift Shop- buying yet another fashion magazine and saw next to the cashier a display of bright rather gaudy rings with lovely plastic stones looking all the world like Bulgari rings as worn by Kate Moss in advertisements. They were designed by a local artist, were $29.95 each, and were adjustable.I felt a bolt of desire going through me and knew I had to buy one. The decision to choose the right one was very intense and I enlisted the cashier to help me which she did enthusiastically. I chose a muted blush stone with black markings the cashier adjusted it to my finger size and I was pleased. As I sat on a stool by the window looking out at the lovely scenery of Active Pass going by, I pondered on why this impulsive purchase was so necessary and why the desire was so strong. I remembered my beloved niece telling me a short time ago that she loved fine jewellery especially diamonds and finally realized she would have to wait forever to get one from someone else so decided the one to buy her diamonds was herself and she did look lovely with her delicate pendant and earrings. Perhaps this was my motivation and this was a symbolic act which I need to fathom. For the past few months I have been meditating on the passage of time and it's importance in my life right now, for I am a few months away from the most pivotal, pinnacled birthday of my life-the great 80th! There are several pivotal ones;the 16th -"never been kissed" -the dreaded 30th-on the eve of which we turn into a dull rigid adult and leave youth forever- the 40th- a wonderful one where "life is just beginning" and very true for me and the mind jolting 50th when one realizes we have been on this planet half a century and it is "down hill" from now on. The 60's and 70's of course prove this all wrong and we just live happily if we are lucky, but the 80th is the big one. Here we know that we have reached the end of the feeling that life stretches on forever and we can count the possible years left to us. Anything after 80 is a gift. Mind you, from the day we were born each day was a gift but we never realize it. Now we have to and I have been very aware of the brief remainder of my life and have been pondering how I was going to choose to live these precious gift days. I have been slowly coming to the decision that I must live every moment now just doing what pleases me most-daring thought- and above all be true to myself [actually this should be ingrained in us at birth] and that I must be always committed to myself to do just that if at all possible. Ahhhh! The big C !! Of course that is what this ring is all about! It is my engagement ring. I have never had one. When I was young I was too independent and enlightened and did not want to be part of that "enslaving diamond engagement ring" custom. Also I was never asked - that is another point. However this time I am engaged to me and I take this engagement seriously.The time allotted to me after 8o will be mine to be used very mindfully by me. And I ask you dear readers to run out and get a ring to commit to yourselves too-It is the most meaningful relationship commitment of your life.

BLOGG # 93 JAZZ AND A LONELY HEART or- LAURIE GETS HER GROOVE BACK!

I am ,as my readers know, one of the new breed of emancipated single women who are living a very meaningful and fulfilled life-ha! It is true that my life is leagues away from my compatriot of the nineteenth century, for after all, my life in many ways resembles the life of a single male of my age.- weellll --much better actually- when I honestly compare it. After all here I am going to the theater and Cinema and Opera on my own and feeling very comfortable about it. Don't I with panache enter alone into my favourite trendy oyster bar and enjoy a dozen or so with a glass of chilled white wine? Yes indeed my life is full and yet there is one area of it that is not fulfilled. What is unfulfilled is the Nightlife which is reserved only for single men and "coupledom"- my word for a life ruled by couples. I have not been into a bar featuring jazz in years because I have not felt emancipated enough to do so on my own. I know, I know, cowardly of me dear readers and sorry to disillusion you on that point of weakness on my part but I could not summon up the courage to do so --yet. Last Friday evening however I went, as I usually do on Friday evenings, to my local community center to exercise in the pool. Now this community center boasts, of all things, a sports bar complete with liquor license and I have always promised myself to stop after swimming and enjoy a meal and a glass of wine. This Friday the Bar featured a jazz combo and I decided to go. I did not go home and put on glad rags. No! I went with my casual sporty outfit, paid my entrance fee and ordered a curry dinner and a half litre of Shiraz- I was hungry and thirsty- then I sat back to enjoy myself for the next three hours. So there I was sitting at a table by myself, thank goodness ,with my half litre of red and as I lounged back in my chair at the table surrounded by three empty chairs, enjoying the buzz of wine and jazz and aloneness -no personalities to deal with-no conversations to listen to- I found myself again. "This is Laurie" I said "Me -alone with half litre of wine and jazz -this is who I am! At last I have my groove back!" Why have I denied myself this experience? I have wanted for years to listen to jazz in a jazz club and I suppose I was waiting for someone to accompany me. No more - I am planning to branch out to experience more of jazz and life and I advise you to do the same,for as we all know, life is short and it is our duty to make it as broad as we can.

BLOGG # 92 FALLING IN LOVE AGAIN !

As my many readers know who have read the bloggs I wrote while I was in Spain, I am a woman with an inconstant heart-falling in love over and over again with, for example, the cities of Barcelona, Bilboa and of course Madrid.Really, I spent the whole time in Spain "in love" Now I am in that state again and the object of my affections is Reginald. Let me tell you about it.For some time now I have been looking with great concern at my inability to keep up with my ADL- the professional term for "activities of daily living" which, when translated, means the inability to cope with domesticity and I was seriously thinking of hiring a cleaning woman. I am a realist and know this will eventually come about but not just yet. My finances aren't brilliant and I still feel the need to have such things as my red wine , the occasional oyster and the indulgence of buying a lovely scarf. Really a cleaning woman was not an option. So I spent my days sitting in my recliner contemplating this new problem of mine while watching the dust balls accumulate under my feet.However, even I have -though minimal-cleanliness standards, and finally got out the vacuum cleaner and started it up. It immediately regurgitated it's contents on my carpet. I did the only thing one can do in such a situation and went to bed and pulled the covers over my head. When I woke up I had this wonderful idea. I will buy a vacuum robot known as a ruomba and that is just what I did. I immediately called my grandson to help me set it up. Now I will give out some of my accumulated knowledge of life. Men love vacuum cleaners and also cleaning surfaces so if you are concerned with your significant others' low spirits give him either a vacuum cleaner to tinker with or a cloth and a flat surface to wipe- believe me this is good advice. My grandson was delighted and came over and happily programmed the robot and yes, we named him Reginald-Reggy for short. Every day from Monday thru Friday at twelve noon he would clean for one hour. We gave him the weekend off. Together we watched this amazing machine -a true Trojan warrior -as it worked it's way around the apartment going it's way over and under furniture sucking up everything in it's way.Nothing stopped it though occasionally it got stuck and had to be rescued.It just never gave up until it got around all obstacles in order to clean and I was pleased. I too had worked my way around obstacles- the obstacles of domesticity. I sat in my recliner drinking a glass of red and watched my carpet being cleaned and was content. My advice to you dear readers is to do the same-never let the obstacles of life get you down but take Reginald as an example and work your way around them and NEVER GIVE UP.

BLOGG # 91 "ARE YOU A UNICORN?"

Yesterday evening I went to my local swimming pool between 6pm and 7pm for my routine exercises followed by a sauna. I love going on Sunday evenings as the pool is always empty. After a nice swim I walked into the sauna and right into a discussion and heard "I have a five O'clock shadow and need to shave every five hours or so." There were groans and nods around the room. I saw there were five men in the sauna and all involved in this lively discussion -I was the only female and as is the usual habit when in such circumstances,I kept a low profile in a corner. The man who made the comment continued saying it was a bother of course but it was the only thing she asked him to do and she was worth it. All the other men agreed "Women are always worth it". The lively discussion continued but I didn't follow as I was too intent on my own thoughts until I heard the word "Unicorn". I was amused and showed it. The man sitting next to me asked if I minded this frank discussion and I assured him I did not but was fascinated as I thought only women had these discussions about the opposite sex. I was assured otherwise and was included in the discussion and was asked for an occasional opinion. They were talking about this graph they had read about which measured female desirability. The graph measurements dealt with the level of "Craziness and hotness of the female sex. The most exciting woman, they agreed , was crazy- crazy and hot- hot and was at the top of the scale -but,unfortunately, these women were difficult though exciting.The talk continued to "Less Crazy and hot" etc and downward -I turned off at this point until I heard the word "Unicorn" again. "What" said a man not in the know "is a Unicorn?" Another man said "They don't exist" But the man who was explaining it all said "The Unicorn is a woman who rates zero on the Crazy" scale and ten on the "Hot Hot" scale [only men could devise this] but they don't exist of course except that he had found one!" he was obviously in love]-"and she was a keeper." I did have to laugh at this point.The discussion then turned to the main differences between men and women-really a lecture for my benefit [they kept asking me if I agreed-of course I said yes -one hates to hurt their feelings] Most of them had obviously read "Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus" and agreed these books should be compulsive reading for young males. The basics ,said one man earnestly to me, are that men need to be needed. "Ahh"I said,"That is why my friend traveled so far to fix my plumbing?" "Of course" they all said in unison. Women on the other hand need to be "validated" and they were very firm about that-I agreed. Next they discussed the need of men to go into "the Cave" when perturbed and the need of women to go deep into "their well." It was very important that women did not accompany men into the cave and very vital to not pull the women out of their well until they reached up their arms to be pulled out .Well, dear readers,never have I been so entertained in a sauna or learned so much! I left early , thanked them, and said I had to go home and recuperate with a glass of my favourite red. But the question remained. Was I a Unicorn? and my dear female readers -Are you?

BLOGG #90 WHAT I DID ON VALENTINE'S DAY

Today is Valentine Day and as we all know, the ritual for celebrating this day is specific. It has to be romantic . The time honoured way is to have it spent by receiving either a heart shaped box of icky chocolates from your current beau or a dozen red roses at a hundred dollars a dozen which last exactly one day before they droop thereby lasting usually exactly the time a love lasts- a warning metaphor for us all who believe in everlasting love. The other most common celebration is a romantic meal in an expensive restaurant followed by a romantic night in a revealing scratchy skimpy and ridiculouneglegie which makes most women look ridiculous -a gift from our romantic beaus. These are all wonderful and I hope you have all participated in at least one of the above but not me. I went to the opera. The metropolitan Opera of New York presented two romantic operas specifically for Valentine's Day and I enjoyed them immensely The operas are both fairy talesthe first one was Iolanta by Tchaikovski and the second was Bluebeard's Castle by Bartok.-They were both chosen to emphasize the broad spectrum of romantic love. The first-Iolanta is a story about a blind princess imprisoned in the deep forest-of course it has to be a deep forest. Fairy tales would not have been written if there hadn't been any deep forests. I have never heard of a princess hidden in a desert-have you? The theme of this first tale is about darkness turning to light-The blind princess is doomed to darkness and is imprisoned by her father for a ridiculous reason as always, until a prince-what else-stumbles on her forest prison, falls in love with her and cures her blindness. Now here's a twist. We have always known "love is blind" how often have you said "What does she see in him or viseversa.She-he- must be blind". but not in this case. Love cures blindness. Mind you, Tchaikovski was skating on pretty thin ice. The whole romance could have gone awry.Once the princess could see, she might have found her beloved prince a froggy looking prince but thank goodness love prevails and once she sees his face she loves him even more. Iolanta is a Russian opera so it has a Russian feel and sound with beautiful music and wonderful voices.The Russian language is beautiful when sung and this opera lived up to that. It ended with a lovely fullbodied chorus singing reverent praises to God thanking him for beautiful light -the greatest gift of all. Bluebeard's Castle is another kettle of fish.This is a dark story set in Hungary.The theme is opposite to Iolanta's. Here we start in Darkness and it gets worse. There are only two people in this opera-the tall brooding Bluebeard, a handsome bearded impeccably dressed bass singer chain smoking and exuding menacing sexynes-a woman's longing nightmare and Judith a silly young blonde mezzosoprano in a clinging gown who is rushing to her doom all the while begging this monster to let her in his castle and give her the keys to the hidden seven rooms. Her stance is that she loves him and thinks if he gives her the keys and she opens the locked rooms to let her love in,the darkness will dispel. Will we women ever learn? The upshot is she opens the rooms lets in the light and is appalled at the horrors in them-blood, gore and rivers of tears to say nothing of all the instruments of murder and torture. Does this stop her? Not at all! she begs for the rest of the keys singing of her love and asking that time old question women like to ask-"Do you love me best of all your wives?"- all the five dead ones mind you- The last key opens to the garden where she stumbles on her open grave and sees her own dead body -a horrible Valentine's day ending. There was mind you some lightness at least for the males in the audience. Judith did bathe revealingly naked in bluebeard's bathtub [he did not kill here there] Believe me, Marilyn Monroe in her bathtub scene in "The Seven Year's Itch wasn't sexier ! The music was dark, hauntingly beautiful in a typical Hungarian minimal scale-no high notes here and I loved it.This is not, of course, a love story but is really a fairy tale with a lesson. It is about a journey we all-male or female -take in our life when we feel deep disillusion,turn our backs on our life-Judith abandons her family and fiance-and search in dark hidden places for illumination-unlocking doors as we go. This is a very brave act and I retract my statement.Judith was not silly but brave.She risked her life "wanting to know." We all do this sometime in our own lives. So my readers-this was the Met's Valentines gift to me and I pass it on to you and remember -Watch out for that little naked fat boy with bow and arrow-He is one of the profoundest Life's teachers.

BLOGG # 89 A warmhearted Story For Frigid January

Well, dear readers a lot has passed by since I last wrote a blog: thanksgiving, Hanukkah, the twelve days of Christmas ,New Years Eve, and Epiphany. In spite of all these happenings I have not felt inspired to write a blogg. My life in the past two months revolved around health issues. My body and I have been in conflict as to who is Boss on this sojourn on Earth and the body was slowly winning, having decided to have an arthritic flare up. I spent a lot of time and money on chiropractors, acupuncturists, doctors and medication. I did manage to make a quick trip East in early December to visit my trendy friends in Toronto and to snowy Montreal for the Art Biannelli. I enjoyed all my trips and of course paid for it over the holidays with pain. However I did have a good Christmas and even-yikes- a good New Year's Eve! At the beginning of this year I decided to include a visit to my therapist for an emotional tune-up along with all the other physical therapies to improve my general well being. As usual she was very good and I felt a great release of tension. This is not what the blogg is about. The more important and rather embarrassing happening was that I had mistakenly parked my car blocking two driveways. She lives in a quiet typically overgrown Victorian neighbourhood so the driveways were not easy to see. The policeperson, a woman, who was called tried to find me searching the nearby park hoping she wouldn't have to tow my car away. When I finally came out of my session an hour later, I heard some one shouting my name "Laurie" loudly. It was this lovely policeperson and she said "where were you? I have been looking for you as I didn't want to have you towed" I blurted out that I was at my therapist. She reached over to my windowsill,gave me her card she had just placed there and said "well hurry up, here is your daughter's cellphone number,call her right away as she is coming to move your car. I said "O god not from work she is going to kill me" and this remarkable policeperson said"No she's not.She has taken the day off and is coming from home and was very nice about it so get moving!" In the meantime, the nice woman who had called the police-it was her driveway-came out with a plate of homemade fudge candy and offered the policeperson one and then me. I said I couldn't possibly take one as I was too embarrassed. The policeperson- I should say Constable-turned to me and said "O For goodness sake take one and get a move on. I have wasted enough time." So I did. The candy was delicious, my daughter didn't kill me and I sent a lovely thank you card to this remarkable policeperson. So take my advice dear readers and next time you hear comments of POLICE BRUTALITY remember to warm the cockles of your heart with this story of an act of kindness from the police.