It’s the second week in May. Already. I turn 52 tomorrow. Sigh.
Time. It just keeps’a comin’. I have to say, though, that this weekend, it didn’t get the better of me. I had a great two days off — Saturday got all my damn groceries bought and out of the way, spent a little time at my daughter-in-law’s Norwex open house, then went out in the evening to see Iron Man. (Loved it!) Robert Downey Jr. in an absolutely over-the-top performance. Hilarious.
Sunday, being Mother’s Day, my husband and son took me out for dim sum. My two oldest grandchildren came with us. A nice treat. Hailey is a lot like her father when it comes to food — she’s game to try just about everything, while Timothy is more reserved — he doesn’t like the looks of it, then he’s not putting it in his mouth. He had a plate of fries while we chowed down on dumplings, sticky rice, noodles and sweet and sour pork. In the end he tried some rice, and he devoured half a coconut bun.
Tim and I checked out the new Edmonton art gallery afterwards. I was wishing the kids had come with us, but after a couple of hours they would have been bored silly. I have mixed feeling about the building. The outside looks like a bunch of giant silver tongues licking across the top of a gray and glass box. Inside, it’s all very clean and open with swooping ceilings and bare concrete accented with wood and paint. In the center there’s a massive IKEA lamp that runs from the main floor all the way up to the third floor atrium. The stairs climb around it; I found it just a little disconcerting and odd that the light inside was bright pink yesterday — I’m assuming, though, that it can be any colour.
Seems to me that there is a lot of wasted space — where before it was a stodgy old building it at least had tons more room for displays. However, the galleries in the new building are lovely — they are beautifully lit, and have a great flow to them.
Currently on display is a collection of Goya’s work from the Spanish Revolution, paintings by Degas, photography by Yousef Karsch and an amazing installation called The Murder of Crows. (sorry can’t remember the artists). The Murder of Crows examines humanity and morality through dreams and sound. It’s a mixture of spoken word and music. I highly recommend it.
Laugh of the day: they announced my birthday at work today. So, every time someone wished me Happy Birthday! I got to say, ‘it’s tomorrow, but thanks anyway’. It’s only one day, but hey it’s MY day and I’m gonna have it!
I’ve come to the realization that I’m a boring blogger. I’ve been checking out all kinds of different blogs and there are some truly amazing ones out there. A couple I particularly like: Chin Musik — http://randyhoward.info/ and The Selvadge Yard — http://theselvedgeyard.wordpress.com/. Check them out, they’re very different and very good.
My blogs, on the other hand, though interesting to me because they allow me to talk about my day, my life, my family or my random thoughts on any or all of the above, pale by comparison. But, I guess, I blog about what is important to me. And so. . .
. . . but, I do, however, know that I have other ‘stuff’ to say. It’s just finding the voice, finding the time and finding the courage to put it out there.
One of these days, you’ll see. . .