Thoughts on a Monday

Taken by me, last summer on my good camera.
  • Hello, I’m here on a Monday!
  • I may have to do this more frequently, if my Fridays are going to keep me busy.
  • Mondays will be a bit busy too, but I might have enough time and energy to drop by in the afternoon.
  • I got back from a ballet class after a month off, and I never felt so… Intermediate.
  • My beats and entrechats are a mess.
  • Right now, anyway, because I haven’t been practicing much this summer.
  • Oops.
  • Still debating about whether to go through with the RAD Advanced Foundation training.
  • For now, yes, but as to whether I will actually do it…?
  • It’s a big commitment.
  • Two more years of my life, training for something where I might only earn a pass.
  • Which is what I got on my most recent exam.
  • And the exam before. Which is ok…. Sort of.
  • Unless I work super duper hard for a higher mark.
  • But I might have other things to do.
  • However, our marks also depend on how seasoned the examiner is.
  • That makes a difference.
  • Our examiner was definitely seasoned.
  • Same with the examiner I had before for my Intermediate Foundation exam, but after this recent exam, I never thought I would have an appreciation for the other examiner.
  • Go figure.
  • But oh boy, those entrechats.
  • It’s not so much about the calves beating together, but the inner thighs.
  • Look here to see what I’m talking about.
  • They’re like delicate little butterflies.
  • On your feet.
  • That’s just what they remind me of.
  • So, today’s news tells me that The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge are expecting no. 3.
  • Well well! That’s some pleasant news.
  • I guess they decided to wait until after the anniversary of Princess Diana’s passing.
  • It’s very interesting, looking back on it all.
  • Same with reflecting on how it affects us today.
  • I mean, I was only seven when it happened, and even though I didn’t understand the events leading up to her death, I do remember how significant it all felt, and the huge sense of loss for everyone.
  • There was so much to that woman that none of us knew or understood.
  • She was incredibly complex, and had a rather sad life.
  • But never the less, she had a heart of gold.
  • I end this post with a song I found through a TCM promo video. Who ever compiles the clips together and finds the music to accompany them is brilliant.

Thoughts on a Friday

Flowers in the garden.
  • Happy Friday!
  • I’ve spent the better part of this week trying to regain my voice.
  • Not like, in terms of confidence-building (though that would be great), but my actual voice.
  • Because, laryngitis.
  • I’ve had it since Sunday, and it’s only started to sound normal today.
  •  That voice you hear inside your head when you read this is the voice I happen to speak with.
  • Let that sink in.
  • The last time I caught laryngitis I think was in 2009.
  • The time before that was…. Grade 10.
  • Pretty sure I can remember each laryngitis bout I’ve had.
  • But I digress.
  • Last week was a week of kiddies, noisiness, and mess.
  • I think I caught my illness from one of the said-kiddies, aka my niece and nephew.
  • But that’s ok.
  • When they live far away and aren’t able to visit often, I will accept.
  • Sort of.
  • But right now, I’m just enjoying the quiet and cleanliness, while they are off in England with their parents for the next week or so.
  • This week I got my hair done at a curly hair-catered salon.
  • Best decision I ever made.
  • Suddenly, everything just became clearer for me.
  • My hair is no longer a lost cause, now that I know the right techniques to styling it.
  • Simple, so simple.
  • Weekend plans include, work, ballet class and Chinese food.
  • And possibly giving myself a pedicure.
  • But that is usually best left to the professionals.
  • I’ve only had a few professional pedicures in my life, and I’ve always found them strange.
  • Relaxing yes, but strange.
  • Having someone dealing with your feet….
  • Possibly the least appealing (outer) extremities on the body to work with.
  • Poor things.
  • Clearly, I need to get more pedicures.
  • But maybe not if I’m doing pointe work.
  • 😬
  • In that case, time to brush up on my home-pedicures!
  • My final thought of the day is a quote from Marcus Aurelius.
  • “You have power over your mind–not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.”

30 Day movie challenge: Day 1

So, I’m taking this directly from Twitter. It’s basically a questionnaire that you answer every day for 30 days about movies you’ve seen, and so forth. I thought it sounded like a fun thing to try. Plus, it gives me an excuse to get on here more frequently. So, here goes!

Your favourite movie


I would have to say… The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. Not only is it an all around gorgeous film, it has everything I need to know about life. Everything. Plus, it takes me through the glorious fashions of the various decades.

But, since I can’t just choose one, I would also have to go along with A Matter of Life and Death, or The Trouble With Angels.

Image from here

Thoughts on a Friday

Springtime crocuses in the garden
  • Sometimes it’s hard to concentrate.
  • Especially if there is a vast internet landscape before you.
  • I’ve had my computer away from me for the past two days to get its battery replaced and now I’m just drinking everything in.
  • Remember a time before the internet?
  • I do.
  • Vaguely.
  • All that spare time I had as a kid!
  • Filled with reading, barbies, outdoor activities and colouring books.
  • If I were an adult in the 90s, I’d probably be bored to tears.
  • Or so I’d like to think.
  • But I would probably be too busy living a life to be lured by the sirens of the web.
  • Which, as a matter of fact, wasn’t even spectacular back then.
  • No youtube, no netflix, no social media…
  • Dull, dull, dull.
  • According to something I watched recently (online of course), Generation Z (the ones following Millennials) is the first group to not remember a time before the internet.
  • How about that.
  • In a way, they’re kind of lucky.
  • I didn’t even know there was a generation following “The Greatest Generation”.
  • Didn’t even cross my mind, because I just assumed they were lumped in together.
  • But no!
  • From about 1926 onwards to 1945, they were the “Traditionalists,” or the “Silent Generation.”
  • Makes sense, I suppose.
  • My maternal grandma was in that demographic.
  • Even more shocking was that I discovered no one from the Silent Generation has/had ever been elected president.
  • Alright, so the thing I watched recently was American.
  • Can’t say the same thing about Canadian Prime Ministers, however.
  • And I did a quick background check to make sure this was true.
  • Off-hand question: When you pipe in during a conversation (not interrupting), and the other person tells you they weren’t talking to you… Is it rude?
  •  This happened to me the other day. I’d explain the situation, but it’s slightly complex.
  • The alleged person wasn’t very nice about it, either.
  • But I brushed it off.
  • Mostly.
  • I didn’t think I was being rude by chiming in, but maybe it wasn’t an appropriate time.
  • Or maybe they were just grumpy.
  • At times I wish I were more of a chatty/outgoing person, but incidents like this one gives me all the more reason to just not say anything.
  • Forever.
  • Maybe I’m just sensitive.
  • No, I’m definitely sensitive.
  • So I shall leave it at that.
  • I want a chocolate.
  • There’s still Easter candy sitting by me that’s waiting to be devoured.
  • But first, the dogs must be walked.
  • Time to take off.
  • So, here’s this week’s music: take it away, MJ!

Thoughts before the Easter long Weekend

Jeune Femme, Etienne Adolphe Piot
  • If I had a bag of Cadbury mini eggs next to me, odds are good that I would be eating them.
  • As would any person in their right mind.
  • Instead, I have to settle for cheese.
  • Not ideal, but good enough.
  • Although I will need something sweet sooner or later.
  • I could even go for a cream egg.
  • Or better yet: A cream egg McFlurry.
  • I’ve had only one of those in my life thus far, and every time Easter rolls around, I find myself thinking of getting one.
  • Sadly, I never do.
  • Good god people, my ballet exam is in a month and a half.
  • I’m torn between nervousness and relief that it’s finally happening.
  • On the other hand, there’s still plenty I need practice on.
  • Uuuuunghhh.
  • At least it’s going to be done at our dance studio.
  • The one consolation I have.
  • Save me from myself and the horror of my left-side piqué turns.
  • Rumour has it a new Star Wars trailer has dropped. Exciting!
  • Haven’t watched it yet.
  • It’s rather sad knowing that this was Carrie Fisher’s last film.
  • There’s a lovely tribute for her that was released the other day, ahead of the new Star Wars trailer.
  • A real gem of a woman, Carrie was.
  • Scotland.
  • I’ve been getting really wanderlusty for the British Isles, as of late.
  • Or perhaps Europe in general.
  • Last time it was for Hawaii.
  • Mainly I want to prance around those rugged hills, and explore the ruins of centuries-old castles… All while breathing in the history.
  • Seems like magical place.
  • I’ve never actually been to the UK, ya know?
  • Not counting a stopover in Ireland, once.
  • For all of a day, and I never left the airport.
  • Can’t wait for my next getaway! Whenever that may be.
  • I’ll be sure to blog about it when it happens.
  • If it happens.
  • I promised myself that when I take my next European vacance, my biggest goal (aside from taking great pictures) is to be a trendy dresser.
  • I just want to look damn good in my photos for a change.
  • But for now, I leave you with this charming Easter-themed song by Rosemary Clooney.

Image from here

Friday in the gray

Of course, the cat doesn’t care who she’s next to. What so ever.
  • Nothing says global warming like 16 degree temperatures in February.
  • I mean, it’s nice weather, but at the same time oh god.
  • Any snow we started with in December has finally melted.
  • Anytime I worry that the world might be going to hell in a hand basket, I try to remember the good things that are happening as well.
  • One doesn’t always hear about them, but they’re there.
  • Look for the helpers, Mister Rogers would say.
  • Or just watch a video on cute puppies or kittens.
  • Can’t go wrong with that.
  • I took a trip down memory lane by sorting through my old grade school stuff today.
  • Boy did I love making art.
  • From the sparkles that got everywhere, to the construction paper, to the glue that stuck on the fingers.
  • Even if the creation ended up looking like crap.
  • Oh, and my writing was fit for a 6 year old.
  • Thankfully, it has since improved.
  • And thankfully my parents appreciated my stuff.
  • I think.
  • But the best part was when I was reading about a trip to the Royal Ontario Museum, and I casually mentioned how we got stuck in traffic on the 401 west bound.
  • The specific details are incredible.
  • The second best part was my two sentence ghost story, circa 1995.
  • “A ghost is white. The ghost is scary.”
  • It’s that short.
  • And my teacher commented, “A good first story!”
  • In a painful sort of way.
  • La douleur equise. 
  • A beautiful word with a painful meaning behind it.
  • Wanting someone you can’t have.
  • The indescribable want of something.
  • For me, I don’t know what that something is.
  • The music I’ve included down below is to inspire you to go out and conquer the weekend. Or world, whatever.

Image from here

Seen and heard and read this month


It was so warm this past weekend I almost could have gone without a scarf. But didn’t.


  • What can the musical Cabaret teach us about today’s society? More than you might guess.
  •  It goes without saying: tissues upon tissues upon tissues. More so than usual.
  • Snow. And then, melting snow.
  • Jack Reacher: NEVER GO BACK. I’m not one for action movies, but I gotta say this was pretty good.
  • The sun! Finally!
  • Valentine’s Day…. Stuff.
  • The Trudeau-Trump meeting. Just… Yeeuugh.
  • Anything with Trump just… Yeeeeuuugh.


  • Whatever crap that comes out of the POTUS’ office, ho hum….
  • Stuff about the latest great new Netflix series. This time, it’s Riverdale based on the Archie comics. (AND I STILL DON’T HAVE NETFLIX.)
  • A particularly lovely story (first half) from Canada’s story-teller, Stuart McLean (of the Vinyl Cafe), who sadly passed away last week. I used to listen to his radio show when I was living away at university, and in the years afterward; his stories were always funny and touching, and a comfort to listen to.


  • Finally half way finished with this book! After three years of stopping and re-reading. I’ve stopped again, but I’ll finish it sooner or later.
  • The English Patient. So far, it seems to be a good read, but I’m on the fence about whether I’m liking it or not.
  • A Dangerous Inheritance. Only a few chapters in, but I am most certainly intrigued.


Lastly, thinking about this quote:

“It’s funny these trips we take: to beaches and cottages, to mountains and lakes, and sometimes to the highways, to the place between places. We leave the things that we love, the things that are familiar to us, and trade them for the new and the different. City folks like me often head to the country; country folks are often city bound. We see things big and small, old and new and we collide with one another. We come together as strangers, and, if we’re lucky, learn over and over how much we are connected to one another; how even, in our differences, we are the same, and how, when we consider it, how safe the world usually is. Full of people, just like us who are trying their best to do the right thing, and be their best self.”

Stuart McLean, the Vinyl Cafe, September 2010