Happy Easter Week!
WE SURVIVED HOLY WEEK! HOORAY!
Ahem. So now Dad, to celebrate, is going out to the Coast to look after his aging parents (Gramma is 90; Grampa is 91), and Mum and I are hanging out, watching Sense and Sensibility (I am not in love with Alan Rickman. I am not in love with Alan Rickman.), and eating inordinate amounts of chocolate.
Life is good.
We're particularly gald to have survived the hectic marathon that is Easter, becuase we were away the two weekends before Easter, on a spur-of-the-moment trip to Edmonton. Mum graduated from the Fine Arts program, and her friends from that program called becuase THIER daughter was graduating from the same program, and they wondered if we wanted to see her final production. So we went up to Edmonton, and I saw Slumdog Millionaire one night with Mum's friends' son (yeah, it gets kind of confusing) and one of his friends. It was AMAZING. Life affirming and scary but wonderful.
And then the next day we went shopping in Edmonton's bohemian district. It was SO COOL. One of the stores had a sale on everything that was green, and then if you played Rock Paper Scissors with the clerk and won you got a discount on whatever you had chosen. It was sweet.
So then that night we went to the final play of this graduating class. It was called Roberto Zucco, this surrealist play from the 80s about a serial killer, and the production was excellent.
So then we went back to Lethbridge, and I immersed myself once more in Latin, piano, and the numerous amounts of essays which are being assigned in my history class. A little depressing, but oh, well...
Oh, and I also saw a play at the University of Lethbridge called Arcadia, by Tom Stoppard. I absolutely fell in love with the script, and the characters. The production, on the whole, wasn't anything special- although one of the main characters did look exactly like Hugh Grant- but the story really stays with you. I love Tom Stoppard.
Anyway, that's been my life for the past little while. i should probably stop blathering and brave the social networking waste that is Facebook (AHHH!), so signing off for now!
Ahem. So now Dad, to celebrate, is going out to the Coast to look after his aging parents (Gramma is 90; Grampa is 91), and Mum and I are hanging out, watching Sense and Sensibility (I am not in love with Alan Rickman. I am not in love with Alan Rickman.), and eating inordinate amounts of chocolate.
Life is good.
We're particularly gald to have survived the hectic marathon that is Easter, becuase we were away the two weekends before Easter, on a spur-of-the-moment trip to Edmonton. Mum graduated from the Fine Arts program, and her friends from that program called becuase THIER daughter was graduating from the same program, and they wondered if we wanted to see her final production. So we went up to Edmonton, and I saw Slumdog Millionaire one night with Mum's friends' son (yeah, it gets kind of confusing) and one of his friends. It was AMAZING. Life affirming and scary but wonderful.
And then the next day we went shopping in Edmonton's bohemian district. It was SO COOL. One of the stores had a sale on everything that was green, and then if you played Rock Paper Scissors with the clerk and won you got a discount on whatever you had chosen. It was sweet.
So then that night we went to the final play of this graduating class. It was called Roberto Zucco, this surrealist play from the 80s about a serial killer, and the production was excellent.
So then we went back to Lethbridge, and I immersed myself once more in Latin, piano, and the numerous amounts of essays which are being assigned in my history class. A little depressing, but oh, well...
Oh, and I also saw a play at the University of Lethbridge called Arcadia, by Tom Stoppard. I absolutely fell in love with the script, and the characters. The production, on the whole, wasn't anything special- although one of the main characters did look exactly like Hugh Grant- but the story really stays with you. I love Tom Stoppard.
Anyway, that's been my life for the past little while. i should probably stop blathering and brave the social networking waste that is Facebook (AHHH!), so signing off for now!