| November 21, 2004 | Music | Recipe Calendar | Archives |
To Southwest Harbor and MDI High School for Elaine's latest theatrical triumph, the Seussical, in which she had a juicy part. Last year it was Pajama Game.  MDI High does amazing productions, with their own orchestra, sets, great choreography, huge casts. We are always just blown away by the quality of the production. Here's Elaine's dad, Miff. Marge was in the kitchen whipping up something wonderful. It was good to connect with Elaine's brother Jarrad who was home briefly from RIT where he's about to finish up a degree in Graphic Media. One of the many majors that didn't exist when we were in college.
We've known Elaine and Jarrad all their lives and it's startling to watch them become adults. On the other hand it's great that they're old enough to curse in front of. The times require the therapeutic application of swear words.
We had the front and back of our funky building downtown painted. We'll do the sides in the spring. There has always been the cat in the window (painted by Gabe MacPhail), but something about the paint job made a lot of people notice it. 1830 is the year it was built.  I'm starting to call the building Little America. Upstairs in front is a hippie child Unity College student. In the rear 3 bedroom apt is a young couple who recently moved here from Abilene, Texas, and are still looking for the multimedia Baptist church like the one they left behind. Downstairs is the healthfood store small business that's just trying to make a living. The interactions between the three are interesting, usually supportive, but occasionally problematic. Monica, the pragmatic storekeeper, is non-ideological middle America who just wants the trains to run on time.
Like a lot of people I know here in the blue states of the northeast, I'm turning away for a while from political news, turning inward a bit, looking around at small things to be grateful for, redirecting some energy into local projects, music promotions, and learning new things. The music download at the top of the page is by a Canadian band called Grand Dérangement. I love the blend of Celtic and French, and in this song the hint of Cajun, even though I can only make out the words Louisiana, Thibodeaux and Oldsmobile. So I'm launching an initiative to learn enough French that I can understand song lyrics. Local cable TV includes the Montreal station, and we're close enough to Quebec that I could do occasional immersion there. Some things to be thankful for include the variety of birds at our feeders, living in a blue state, real seasons, the Patriots and the Red Sox, community life in a small town, Molly Ivins, the New York Times online, the Thomases (Frank and Friedmann), live music, trails through the woods, the end of hunting season, good health, meaningful work, and the gift of being easily amused. I'm working on the recipe calendar but I don't have enough recipes to finish. So those of you who have promised me a recipe and anybody else, please send'em in quick. |