Duck Lake

Bare-ass beach

While we were staying in Saskatoon, we were able to spend a couple of hours out at bare-ass beach with our nude friends Imtiaz (of blog commenting fame) and Melissa (who I consider a second sister). Sadly, I don't have any pictures of the beach, so picture white sand bars in a clean, cool river, trees and barely any people. It was a dream; if summer lasted a little bit longer in Saskatchewan we might even consider moving back for that beach alone. Imti brought along some music, and we had a mini Peaches dance party before we left the river's heavenly shore. Awesome. It was in honour of the Peaches concert in Vancouver that we missed while on holiday.

Wedding number one

Marla and Ben's wedding was, for me, part wedding, part high school reunion and part drunken photo shoot. I graduated with all those kids in the top photo, and even though that particular photo is sort of blurry, maybe due to the drinks consumed by a certain Michael Bowen, I just love how Erin Coulter is getting down! I look pretty sassy myself, and that doesn't hurt. The following chandelier photos illustrate our photo theme for the evening; they got progressively worse as the night wore on, which is why they aren't all posted here. The first one of Janis, Marla's bridesmaid and one of my favorite ladies, is the one that started it all. Michael took that photo too, but I also took many photos during our vacation (the best of which I'll post over the next couple of days). I'm fulfilling one of my original tentative plans! However, I failed miserably in my goal to make perogies before my trip home. That plan was hard to fulfill since I'm not supposed to eat wheat anymore.

Way down yonder on the chattahoochee

What is a chattahoochee? Or where is it referring to? Should it be capitalized? All I know for certain is that as I bopped my head to this country gem at the first of two prairie weddings, I wished with all my heart that my west coast buddies could come to my home province for a visit. It's a different world. Right now Michael and I are in Prince Albert, where we are preparing for his sister's wedding. In between making mass quantities of potato salad and drinking sorry excuses for americanos, we've found time to explore Michael's home town on rusty bikes (without helmets, obviously) and in my parents car (we're so thankful they loaned it to us because it has provided us the ability to escape this house full of people and animals - soon to be five dogs and two cats - at a moment's notice). I'll post some pictures of our adventures next week.

Free to be you and me

I don't want to be a lazy blogger. It's easy to post a link to a fabulous video (see previous entry) and not explain exactly what this song means to me and where it comes from, but that's not what this blog is about. Friends, this blog has depth.


The video is from Free to be you and me - the best show you could ever show your children. Note the famous names involved in the production, above. Marlo Thomas played Rachel's mom on Friends, FYI. The show was made in 1971 and I first watched it in grade 2 (1986-87), possibly on a film projector. I struck gold when I befriended Marla Sanderson in grade 3 because, aside from being the sharpest kid in the class and a great friend to boot, her family owned the show. They had one of these machines that plays videos that were the size of record album covers. Anyone know what kind of machine was that was? No matter, we watched the puppet babies enough to memorize bits of dialogue that have never left me:

- I'm a baby!
- Well what you think I am a loaf of bread?
- You could be, what do I know, I'm just born, I'm a baby, I don't even know if I'm under a tree or in a hospital or what, I'm just so glad to be here.
- Well, I'm a baby too.
- Have it your own way, I don't want to fight about it.

The memory of that dialogue, however faded, was too tantalizing to ignore for long. A few years back I decided to track the show down - not too hard thanks to the Internet. I ordered the dvd and prepared Michael for the wonder that is Michael Jackson as a black child. He couldn't resist the show either, but he had his own favorite song: Parents are people. It goes a little something like this:

Daddies are people
People with children
When daddies were little they used to be boys
Like some of you but then they grew
And now daddies are men
Men with children
Busy with children and things that they do
There are a lot of things a lot of daddies can do

Some daddies are writers, or grocery sellers,
Or painters or welders, or funny joke tellers,
Some daddies play cello, or sail on the sea,
Yeah, daddies can be almost anything they wanna be.

You can bet that Michael is singing the lyrics in his head as he reads them. It's a catchy song, believe me or listen to it yourself: YouTube has almost all of the show's segments available here.

I don't have the dvd anymore, which is why I'm relying on YouTube and my blog to share the good times. I gave it to Mike and Meera (in the days before we invested in a dvd burner) so they could show it to their three lovely children; I'm so glad I passed it on because now I get to imagine Manas singing and dancing to the songs, as I'm told he was wont to do.

I hope you all get a little enjoyment out of the show or the lyrics or this sentimental jibber jabber. Remember (and this one goes out to Robyn, who's about to leave her beau in London for a few months):

It's alright to cry,
Crying gets the sad out of you.
It's alright to cry,
It might make you feel better!

Well said.

Will I be on the moon?

This song is gold. Roberta Flack and Michael Jackson gold. I'll tell you more about the show this segment comes from another day. Maybe tomorrow. You'll thank me for posting it.