Saturday, December 12, 2009

My Oasis

It's suddenly deep winter out there. Less than a week ago, Darrell and Neil moved fridges up and down the deck stairs in the "Great Fridge Swap" of '09. Now the only creatures who can access the deck are the little birds, so appreciative for a bit of seed and a bird ball. Even the cats, who think nothing of going out through the garage, and hightailing it around to deck door to keep us on our toes, won't be making the journey for a while... (At least till it firms up for walking on.)

I did go out today and wallow my way to the edge of the carport where I could retrieve the shovel and dig a path. We can now get to the vehicles if we need to, and the snowblower man has been sometime in the last day or so, so the roads, and eventually, civilization, aren't too far beyond.

But it's white. (Occasionally pretty...) But deep and white.

So, it's very exciting to see this:

Last Christmas Darrell gave me a Christmas Cactus. Just an impulse buy at the grocery store (or somewhere similar.) And it spent several days hiding in the cold and dark of the back entrance. I really never imagined it would amount to much, and would have been completely happy to have it not simply die.
In fact, I was quite chuffed this year to have it make a few new leaves, and grow noticeably taller! I mean they're quite a neat shape, and fairly exotic, just in themselves.
So I was amazed when not that long ago, what I thought to be leaf buds suddenly turned out to be the harbinger of blossoms! Tons of them!

Since then it seems to have reabsorbed a few of the budlings, opting instead for a lesser but more impressive show. But still, I'm amazed, and thrilled.
Even with nothing but winter as a backdrop, there's something intrinsically tropical and bird-of-paradise about these beauties!




Thursday, December 10, 2009

A Winter's Tale

Nothing like a warm woodstove on a blowy snowy day!


Friday, December 04, 2009

A Teeny Bit Off the Mark...

Not sure which night the reviewer was actually there, perhaps a preview night? Because on Opening Night, the role of Randy was played by Tyler Simpson. And if he caught the show a bit early, then yes, there were still some line problems, which hadn't been helped by losing actors to H1N1 during the rehearsal period, a Q to Q rehearsal that went forever, and a school matinee instead of a dress rehearsal... But he did get it right abour our Ralphie, who *is* a marvel!

From the Orangeville Banner.

Young actors play roles brilliantly
Thursday December 3 2009 IN THE SPOTLIGHT with Adam Martin-Robbins
Adam Bartley (left) shines as Ralphie Parker in Theatre Orangeville's production of the holiday classic A Christmas Story, while Terry V. Hart has struggled with his lines in the demanding role of the narrator. The show runs until Sunday, Dec. 20 at the Orangeville Opera House.


A Christmas Story plays until Dec. 20

I’m a big fan of A Christmas Story, the movie. I watch it every year, often while wrapping presents, to help put me in a festive mood. So I went into Theatre Orangeville’s production of the holiday classic with pretty high expectations. But after the show, I walked out feeling a little let down.

It wasn’t the script that left me wanting — the play, adapted for the stage by Philip Grecian, captures all the best moments from the movie. And it wasn’t the child actors either — their performances were solid. Where it fell short — on opening night — was due to some major flubs by some of the professional, adult cast members.

The local production opens with three songs by the Theatre Orangeville Youth Singers. While the choreography was a little off Nov. 26, their voices were spot on and helped put the audience in the holiday spirit.

Then, it launches into the story with Terry V. Hart, as a grown-up Ralph, serving as narrator. He recounts the story of when, as a nine-year-old growing up in Indiana during the 1940s, he sought to obtain the one thing he desired more than anything else for Christmas, a Red Ryder BB gun. But, his desire is squelched by those around him insisting he’ll shoot his eye out.

Like their singing counterparts, the youngest cast members in the play nailed their lines and delivered the most enjoyable performances of the show.

It’s tough, at least for me, to imagine anyone but the film’s Peter Billingsley as Ralphie, but Adam Bartley comes very close to replacing him in my mind.

Bartley, who’s making his debut on the Theatre Orangeville stage, has taken the character and made it his own.

He’s a joy to watch during the tire-changing scene when he lets fly the Queen Mother of dirty words and when he dukes it out with bully Scut Farkas. And Bartley’s hilarious during the dream sequences when he imagines himself defending his family from harm with his BB gun or going blind from having his mouth washed out with soap as a youngster.

Christopher DuBois, who shares the role of Ralphie’s little brother Randy with Tyler Simpson, was also a pleasure to watch. He truly captures the character with his leaping excitement at hearing Santa’s voice in the shopping mall and expressing his need to go “wee-wee,” at the most inopportune times.

Alexander Newall is equally impressive as Ralphie’s pal Flick. He nails the “triple dog dare scene” where he winds up with his tongue frozen to a flagpole. And his encounters with Samuel Grant, who embodies the menacing Farkas, are as unforgettable as his sore arm.

The other young actors — Daniel Reale (Schwartz), Jayde Lavoie (Esther Jane), and Jacqueline Vandervaart (Helen) — are also deserving of praise for their rock solid performances.

Unfortunately, the same can’t be said for Hart or Cathy Elliot, who plays the teacher Miss Shields.

Hart, who was a scream in last season’s I’ll Be Back Before Midnight, has arguably the hardest role in the play. As the narrator, he appears in almost every scene, takes on other characters and has at least three times as many lines to remember as any one else on stage.

That also means it’s crucial for him to know all his lines. And on opening night, he didn’t. This led Hart to utter repeated, distracting “ums.”

That being said, when Hart was on, he was dead on — it just wasn’t the whole time.

He wasn’t alone. Elliot had a few line drops too and she wasn’t able to overcome them gracefully, leading to some uncomfortable moments for those on stage at the time.

The other adult characters did not disappoint.

In fact, Jamie Williams was a treat as The Old Man. He had the audience laughing hysterically every time he burst out with a bevy of “swear words.” His exchanges with Susie Burnett, who plays Ralphie’s mom, provide some of the high points in this production, which runs a little more than two hours.

Burnett — who starred in last season’s smash hit Kiss the Moon, Kiss the Sun and in I’ll Be Back Before Midnight — has brought something new and fresh to each role.

Beyond the acting, the detailed set, costumes, lighting and sound effects — including the Bumpus hounds and the blazing BB gun — add to the pleasure of this production.

All things considered, while the show wasn’t up to par on opening night, I’d still recommend it — especially if you’re not familiar with this timeless holiday story. As I see it, the problems with this production can, and should be, ironed out after a few performances as these professional actors spend more time in their roles and get to know their lines better.

A Christmas Story runs until Sunday, Dec. 20. Tickets for the show are available by calling 519-942-3423, 1-800-424-1295 or online at www.theatreorangeville.ca.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

For Karen

Something I noticed as we breakfasted in Tobermory, before we took the ferry across to Manitoulin.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Monday, September 14, 2009

Unexpected Gifts from the Garden


Hmmmm...when we DO plant them, they never grow...

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

Unpacking

Lily found the bread basin again. Fortunately, it's still in its carry-bag... But it seems to make the very best kind of Lily-nest.

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Darrell's Sunflower

Not quite the conflagration we were banking on....

Wednesday, August 05, 2009

1001 words

Badger

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Thursday, July 02, 2009

Phoebe Cam, July 1st

It's getting just a bit tight in the nest as these little guys get bigger and bigger. Since I'm not sure when they hatched, (I didn't find them till after,) I also have no real sense of what the timeline is for them doing all those baby bird things. Mostly I worry about them falling out of the nest. The stone covered bake oven is directly below, not soft grass. (Not to mention that ol' Hungry Mouth Charv is ever lurking around.)
The worries of parenting, even surrogate-parenting.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Babies

I accidentally discovered that we have a nest of phoebes, out in the summer kitchen.


What tipped me off? The rapt attention of Charv. I found him sitting atop the bake oven, and he sat there and sat there... Fairly odd behaviour for a basically odd cat. Until I walked into the kitchen and stared up at the rafters!
Personally, I wouldn't have known one kind of bird's nest from another (more or less) except that there were some phoebes hanging around. Every year for the last few, we've had a pair of Eastern Phoebes show up for a single weekend, catch a bunch of bugs, (I think they like it when the cluster flies wake up!) hang about, flipping their tails, and then they're gone again.
This year, I've seen them more than the one weekend.
Now it appears they're making more phoebes!

In the space of only a couple of days, the little scrawny critters attached to the big hungry mouths have changed; as they're putting on fluff, and the beginnings of feathers. They look far more three-dimensional now, and even appear to be crowding the nest. Good thing there's only two babies in there....

Unfortunately, patient and persistent Charv is still hanging about. Though with good planning, the parent birds tucked that nest BEHIND the rafter he's staring at, so hopefully, the worst he can do is irritate the parents.





And here's a shot of Mom. Or Dad. Just cunningly out of my zoom range. And they both took turns flitting about and cheeping at me, but never staying long enough for me to creep closer and focus...

Friday, June 26, 2009

Lasagna!

I had some mozzarella. That made me think I should make some lasagna. (Also because when I make lasagna, we actually end up having enough for several meals, and I can freeze a chunk to use for other meals, when we need something quickly. )
So, because we're having a bit of a hot, bake-y week, that seemed the appropriate time to be putting something in the oven. (On the weekend, when it first turned warm, was when I suddenly was inspired to make some bread-and-butter pudding! My mind works in strange ways...)

Anyway, I also figured it was time for a second kick at the new-to-me pasta maker. And since I'd forgotten to take pictures the first time I used it....

So, this is a portion of the dough, waiting in the bowl, while I kneaded the other half. This time around I thought I'd mix the dough by hand. The first time, I used the Cuisinart, since I'd found some instructions. But really, the pasta maker does the kneading, as you roll the dough through it over and over. In which case, why dirty the Cuisinart? Because the mixing up of the dough is astonishingly simple. (In fact, I just discovered an even simpler recipe to try, with even fewer ingredients. I'll have to try that out too.)

[Note to self: 1/3 of the current recipe doesn't really make quite enough pasta for lasagna. Maybe 1/2 recipe would be better.]


Here I am rolling out the pasta. (It's hard to roll out the pasta *and* take pictures! I'd even decided that rolling the pasta would work better with three hands; two to guide and collect the pasta, and one to turn the crank.) You start off by taking the little ball of dough, like was sitting in the bowl, and patting it down into a thick little pad, and feeding that into the rollers. Then when it comes out you fold it over onto itself, and feed it through again. Eventually, after folding and feeding, and some origami time, the dough gets elastic and smooth, and it's now ready for the next steps.
So then you adjust the rollers to closer and closer, and rough the dough thinner and thinner, until you get it to a thickness which pleases your purpose. At that point you can cut it into noodles. However, since I was making lasagna, I really only needed to cut my pieces into appropriate lengths.

I couldn't find any definitive info on whether I needed to precook the noodles before putting the lasagna together. I understand the need to cook store bought dried lasagna noodles. The sauce is neither wet enough, nor is the lasagna baked long enough for them to soften. But fresh pasta is already soft. So....is cooking necessary? I googled a few comments out there, and opted for a brief cooking time. I did note that cooking changed the texture of the noodles. They became a little less fragile. That alone seems a good enough reason to pop them in salted, boiling water for a few minutes! It made them easier to use in the construction of the casserole.


Here's the lasagna, after I'd put it all together.


And here it is, baked, before we dived in.

Certainly it tasted well enough. I'm not sure, without a side by side tasting if I could put my finger on what the differences in taste might be. Darrell seemed to think it tasted different, and good. On the whole though, the reward may simply be my amusement at lasagna made with my own noodles. However, we'll have to see how the leftovers taste. I saw some comments on the web with differing opinions about the effect of fresh pasta in leftover, or frozen lasagna.

But on the whole, I think it was a satisfying experiment. I do have several things I'd like to try with this pasta maker. I'd like to make the pasta where herbs are rolled into the dough. I still need to try the cutting attachment, and see what happens. Ravioli would be fun. And I definitely want to play with some different flours. It would be interesting to find out if I can use rice flour and invent wrappers for Oriental dishes, or chick pea flour for samosa wrappers... It would never stop me opting for store bought convenience, but since stores local to me don't carry all these things, or even regularly stock the items I use as alternatives, then it would be nice to have the technology and information to occasionally assuage my own food cravings! (There, David Nairn. Just for you. "Assuage"!)

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Souvenir of Manitoba



Smoked Lake Winnipeg Goldeye, from the Gimli Fish Market. Yum! (We et it all up.)

Monday, June 22, 2009

Oh Dear!

Frogs can scream! I didn't know that.

I had just wandered down to the pond in time to hear it, and see some little froggie kind of bobbing around strangely. Then I got up closer, and realized that he'd been chomped on by a snapping turtle, who proceeded to eat him all up.
I'm sort of sorry for the frog, but then I guess the turtle is part of ur pond environment too, and has to eat something. And better the frog than my foot...

Friday, May 22, 2009

After...

I never thought to take a Before photo. Never realized I needed one...



This is after the much-hated raccoons came in the night and shredded my twenty-year old jade tree. There isn't even enough left to try replanting, or starting anew.

sigh...

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Because it's Time?

Never fails, it's always time for an abandoned cat, it seems. (Yes, cats can get lost, too. Happens all the time. But around here, it seems the cats appear with 'purpose', out of the blue.)

The first cat of the spring is a sweetie. A young male ginger cat. Right at neutering age, which is what makes my suspicious mind start to tick. He's skinny, way too thin and hungry, so he's not just a short ways from home. But he doesn't look like he's been living too rough. In fact he's got scruffier from hanging around here and spending time in the dirt-floored garage and forge. All his nice orange is going a bit grungy, especially on the feet and tail! (Mind you, I suppose that's like my reddish-bearded husband, now, isn't it? He's usually a bit sooty and grey, too!)








This is a cat who loves people. So he's obviously spent some time around them. He's torn between scoffing up some chows, or being fussed over. In fact it took me about 80 shots to get those few reasonably decent photos because he was always: walking out of the frame, trying to rub his nose on the camera, or sticking to me like a static-y sock. Walking around him is like running a three-legged race, with him tied to your ankle!

And unfortunately, calls to the OSPCA's around here haven't been helpful. ('We don't want him, you don't live in this district' from the one an hour south. No response at all, a lot of animal rights info, and stuff about whales and seals, but not much about what to do when you find a lost animal, from the one an hour north.)

Anyone need this cat in their life?

Thursday, May 07, 2009

Lobsterpaws

A nice shot of the Coco-cat, showing off her wonderful double-thumbed oven mitts of paws, taking a time-out after much springtime yard-wandering.

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

Nothing Says "Helpful"...

Like cats on your ironing board.

Saturday, May 02, 2009

Critters

There have been big critters on my roof.


Actually, the big critters have been tearing through my roof to get into my attic. And in the process ripped off the soffets, and eavestroughs, and shredded shingles, caused a leak into my studio, and endangered our satellite.
This has led to the need for even bigger critters to make their way up there and repair the damage, while trying not to slide off the steel roof...





Ah, springtime fun.

Thursday, April 30, 2009

The Theory...

Roll my fabric stash so I would be able to more completely fill the space (and add and remove fabric), and it would therefore be less accessible/appealing to cats, and they would be less likely to knock it all off as they came and went.

Hmmm...yah, right. Still get to test the hypothesis of it not getting knocked askew.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

The Cultured Sock

In yet another homage to The Yarn Harlot, the sock attends tech/dress of Norm Foster's Kiss the Moon, Kiss the Sun at Theatre Orangeville, starring Avery Saltzman, Lally Cadeau, Susie Burnett, David Rosser, and Liz Glenday. Directed by David Nairn, and opening April 17th!

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Peekaboo!



Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Socks on Parade

Okay, I'm *so* not the Yarn Harlot. But I hadn't taken any handiwork with me on the trip, and eventually we passed by the WalMart and I bought some yarn and darning needles, and started a pair of replacement socks. (My beloved naalbinded ones seem to have vanished in trying to be part of an art exhibit. They didn't actually go in to the exhibit, but they never seemed to come home either...)
Anyway, after hauling my bag of not-quite-woolly stuff around and making some good headway, I realized I should have photographed my incipient sock along the way. There were lots of lovely locales to have showcased it against. Sadly, I didn't think about it till halfway home.
And at speed, in a truck, with available light, might not be the most advantageous of locations, but here you are:
Part 1 of first naalbinded sock, possibly just over the border from Pennsylvania into New York State.
v

Sunday, March 01, 2009

Look Quick!




Before they destroy it....
It's the poor set for I'll Be Back Before Midnight, by Peter Colley. And it's having a rough go. Our antique end table was shattered into component splinters in a blackout, the 'contraption' has had varying decorative bits smashed off, the curtain rings have all had to be replaced, and the fight choreography, perhaps more vehement than prudent, has gouged the antique couch, destructed the coffee table, and taken divots out of the desk chair.

Note to self: Don't let the actors touch things!

Saturday, February 21, 2009

from the paper today

Obituary

E. MURRAY SIMPSON (published on February 21, 2009)

E. MURRAY SIMPSON, B. ARCH. Passed away February 17, 2009 at his residence in Fairview Home in Brandon. Murray was born in Winnipeg in 1926 to Roy and Eva Simpson. Murray is survived by his wife, Mef Simpson, whom he married in 1950; children Vandy Simpson (Darrell Markewitz) of Wareham, Ontario, Dr. Carl Simpson (Anna Marie Larsen) of Waterloo, Ontario, Joanne (Ward Keith) and grandchildren Jonah and Arielle of Winnipeg. He is also survived by his brother Waverley (Pat) and nephews Bruce and Scott and their families, also of Winnipeg. Murray graduated from University of Manitoba in 1948 with a degree in architecture. He then spent two years of postgraduate studies at the School of Design in Chicago. He returned to Winnipeg and was employed at Green, Blankstein Russell Architects, moving in 1960 to Brandon to open a branch office. Among the projects he worked on in Brandon were the Brandon General Hospital, the Parish Hall at St. Matthews Cathedral, the Brandon Sun, the Brodie Building and two residences on B. U. campus, Manitoba Public Insurance, Hobbs Manor, and the Garden Lounge at Fairview. Murray was an Honorary life member of the Children's Aid Society and past deputy governor for the Kinsmen Club of Brandon. He also served as president of the Brandon Allied Art Centre, the Art Gallery of Southwestern Manitoba and served as a board member of the Royal Winnipeg Ballet. His hobbies included pottery, fencing, designing and painting theatre sets for the Ballet, MTC and Brandon School of Music. He loved travelling with his wife and friends and was an avid gourmet cook. The family will have an intimate memorial at a later date and asks that those who knew Murray take a moment to reflect and enjoy your memories of him. Messages of condolence may be placed at www.brockiedonovan.com Arrangements are in care of Brockie Donovan Funeral Cremation Services, (204) 727-0694.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Wednesday, February 04, 2009