I sit in my own house, a stranger, as my agent takes over and shows it to potential buyers who are waltzing around opening cupboards and checking my stuff – I was going to leave but Serge (agent) told me there was no need. I had already sent off the boys and Zeke so I made myself small in my office, yet available for any questions…
Most weeks I have a whole lotta nuthin’ on my agenda. One day goes into the next and nary a more exciting outing than a trip to Costco or the grocery store. At other times? BOOM! Not only do I have three days in a row of activities, the three times involve crossing the bridge into the City of Montréal. Snow causes a mess as it takes at least eight days to clean up the city after one dumping. A mess means traffic. Traffic means short-tempered peeps. Short-tempered peeps means frustration abounds.
Well, guess what? Not this chica! Sure there was traffic and it was, shall we say, interesting navigating the streets of Old Montreal and downtown (west) but hey, I did find parking in parking in lots, and twice underground. I’m thinking I’ve scored freakin’ well, dontcha think? No fusseration happening over here.
On the Thursday, I had a date with Edi, my new friend, made through my neighbours five houses down. Turns out Edi is divorced and has no one to play with (when it comes to plays) so I told her that the next time a decent one came to town, did she want I should call her? An emphatic YES was the response. We-he-hell… I was good on my word. The Centaur had a special “Valentine’s Day” Sale for any tickets purchased for the February 14th representation of “The Last Wife” a play created by Kate Hennig about Catherine Parr, Henry the VIII’s sixth and last wife. Told in today’s times, it was funny, brilliantly acted and the set decoration was truly creative.
BUT, to get to the Centaur, I had to drive along de la Commune Street in Old Montreal and I was struck by the colour of the sky. I was able to pull over and get this picture of the Montreal Clock Tower – ok, I lied. I was at a stop sign so I rolled down my window (really, Dale? Rolled down your window? More like pressed the automatic button…) and took a quick click – hence the blur. But that blue!
Just before turning up on St-François-Xavier Street, across from the Montreal Science Centre, I noticed the blue was even deeper so did the same thing as earlier – managed a bit less blur…
Met up with Edi, we found a restaurant (Méchant Boeuf) that would seat us before the play – remember, it was Valentine’s – no easy task to find!! We enjoyed our meal and made our way back to the Centaur in the slush and snowbanks and mess and enjoyed, as mentioned, a fabulous play.
On my way back to my car, I was struck by the purply-blue (dark periwinkle?) of the sky which really made the whitened-by-streetlamps old buildings pop (I did not play with any filters for any of these pictures, by the way!)
On Friday, I had a dinner and a movie date (Roasters, followed by “What Men Want” – total chick-flic and we laughed our heads off) with the girlfriends. I also had a house visit scheduled for 4:30, which screwed up my timing to be in town at the Forum Movie Centre for 5. My son assured me he would be home by that time and didn’t get here till almost 4:45. That would be the day I was late! Here I was pushing the ladies to be there for 5:00 so we’d have time to eat before the 6:50 movie and I’m the one who arrived at close to 5:45. I won’t lie. I may have cursed a
bit lot before leaving, while I was being redirected because of road work, etc. That said, just before 4 pm, I was sitting at my desk when I looked up and was struck by yet another shade of blue! Looks almost ominous, doesn’t it? I loved the depth near the bottom, paling as it goes upward.
Saturday was a beautiful day! I promised Zeke we would go out for a nice long walk, and long walk we did, breaking in my new FitBit proper-like – making my 10K steps. While making our way to one Everything had a bluish tint…
Sunday morning, blessed with another beautiful blue day, I found myself driving along. Shaking my head, I am oh-so glad I have a driveway in which to park my car unlike these poor buggers on the left, parked willy-nilly as this side of the street has yet to be cleared…
I definitely must return to this spot (Ontario Street) to retake this beautiful mural of Alys Robi, a Québecois chanteuse, sans damn truck in the way. I had to pull over because I was struck by this work of art.
My house once again my own, I leave you with two Alys songs, first a young Alys doing a cover of “La vie en rose” and a more mature Alys, doing “Laissez-moi encore chanter” – because that’s what the mural represents, and this recording, awful as it is, was on my birthday!
I wish for you all, a most wonderful week!