How Melany Made It All Worthwhile

I survived the heat of the multi-cultural festival. Were you waiting with bated breath to find that out?

My favourite memory of the festival is Melany. The conceit of my presentation was that I was trying to get people to sign my Baby Bonus initiative–something the Women’s Institutes of Canada worked on. My character was a founding president of the first Women’s Institute in Surrey Centre. This initiative would eventually become the Family Allowance in 1945.

Melany was walking around the festival by herself. I think her parents were with the First Nations tents, as that where she seemed to be going all the times I saw her. She was 11 and seemed to be a kid with some learning disabilities. On Saturday, she watched my presentation, she showed me all the stuff that she’d got by walking around the festival and signed my petition rather laboriously–her first name only–Melany.

On Sunday, Melany showed up at my stage again. We chatted for a while and then she said:

I think I know how to write my last name now.

So, we got out the petition, found where she’d signed on Saturday and she quite proudly added her last name to her first name.

It’s just the sun, it makes my eyes water.

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Paying Gig

So, I’m playing an historical character at a multi-cultural festival today. This will be the third and last day.

I think I was hooked by the fact it was a gig that paid real money. But now that I’m doing it…well let’s just say it’s not easy money.

Our stages face the sun. It’s not the hottest day of the year, but when you’re wearing 20 pounds of clothing that leave only your hands and your face exposed, it’s damn hot enough. And 25 degrees Celsius is plenty hot enough for me even when I can wear anything I want.

I think I might have scorched my eyeballs (well, sunglasses hardly qualify as period attire do they?).

The most common comment I get goes something like this: “Oh, my poor dear, you must be sweltering in that outfit. I can’t believe women had to wear those get ups back in the olden days.”

*sigh*

I’d write more, but the computer screen hurts my eyes at the moment.

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Warning: Bureaucracy ahead

Warning Sign

BUREAUCRACY AHEAD

Be duly warned: bureaucracies may be hazardous to your health.

Our family has been plunged with very little warning into the icy waters of a serious health issue. Along with the illness comes the aftershock of being injected into what I would have to call loosely a “system.” So, it’s not just icy waters, it’s also rocky rapids. Or in the case of the medical bureaucracies rocky slows.

Let me be clear. The doctors that we have met with have been truly excellent. We are so blessed in that regard. The bureaucracies, not so much.

Compare:

1) We booked our Disneyland vacation on Saturday night online. On Tuesday afternoon, I had a knock on the door and a UPS guy handed me all our vacation paperwork complete with souvenir coin, luggage tags, and if I can believe Krystal, (who left a friendly note in the package), a little extra pixie dust.

2) We met with a surgeon last Tuesday. We were told that we would get the initial surgery within a week. We get no call on Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday. We call the doctor’s office, no answer. Hmmm. Well, he is a surgeon, so maybe his office hours are a little scattered. On Monday, we get the receptionist, who says not to worry, we will get a call soon. When pressed, she gets a little snippy and explains that it wasn’t realized until Friday that test results needed to be acquired from one hospital and delivered to another one. (This is a driving distance of perhaps 1/2 hour) So, they are waiting for those test results to arrive from the first hospital, before the results can be examined and the need prioritized. We hear nothing until Thursday morning. This first surgery is not scheduled until mid-August, the 2nd a week later.

And no souvenir coin, luggage tags or pixie dust.

So, while the Disneyland Corp. can get something from Anaheim to Surrey in less than 2 business days, and let’s remember that distance includes an international border, our medical system cannot even realize it NEEDS to get some paperwork from point A to point B in 4 business days and then can’t actually GET the paperwork for another 3 business days (I’m assuming it arrived on Wednesday, and all the work got done Thursday morning, but I’m being generous). And all that paperwork had to do was cross one city boundary.

Please use this as a warning to all you out there facing medical issues:

  • Do not assume you will be contacted (that is especially true of tests, DO NOT assume that if you haven’t been called, the test results are fine)
  • Do not walk out of any office before getting a firm commitment to the date that you will be called or the date that you are scheduled
  • Get the name and number and working schedule of the person or office responsible for doing the follow-up calls or appointments.
  • Ask if they have all the information that they need. Keep copies of any test results they will let you have so you can provide them at a nano-second’s notice.
  • Keep all your notes and paperwork together in one place, take them with you to EVERY appointment.

A final plea to the BC medical system: BC you need to get your act together. When people are sick they need the system to respond quicker, more competently, and more sympathetically than this.  The doctors we’ve met have been excellent. Those excellent doctors need to have a support system that allows them to do their best work and get the best results. I’m sure the government would like to bask in that reflected glory.

Maybe you need to get your bureaucrats trained by the Disney Corp. Krystal might even be available for you to steal away for the right price. Illness as vacation resort–it’s a paradigm shift I grant you–but it can’t be any worse than what you’re doing now.  

And I think a souvenir coin would be nice.

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A handy reminder

Seen on my daughter’s To-Do List (I wasn’t snooping, she left it sitting on the table):

  • Sue enemies when older.

‘Nuff said.

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Any Day Love

This has been a week where I sort laundry into random piles. A week where I put things down and cannot remember 30 seconds later where I put that thing that…what was I looking for? A week where frustrated children say “Mom, I’ve said that four times! Aren’t you listening to me?!”

The picture of my life and my family’s life has been knocked a little askew and since we are both in the picture and looking at it, everything’s a wee bit out of focus, out of whack.

And in these times of high anxiety, I’m taking a cue from Meg Fowler and remembering the love. I could very easily make an anxiety list, or an anger list, or it’s just not fair list, but then we wouldn’t feel better right?

So, here’s the love for any day, not just Friday

  • my parents
  • my quirky family (yes, I’m referring to you my siblings–all seven of you–OWN your quirkiness)
  • making my friend Bill laugh (seeing as he’s a professional, I make it a challenge)
  • cold diet coke in a can, just before it freezes (and thanks to Nicole who provides it whenever I’m at her house)
  • good doctors
  • knowing I’m going to see Silvie in 13 sleeps
  • my job and my two bosses who have accommodated me countless times and did it again this week, unasked. You guys are truly the best.
  • working up a good sweat at the gym
  • the Harry Potter series. What a great distraction.
  • sunshine with a bit of a wind
  • my kids
  • crescent beach
  • knowing that my singing is getter better each week–and hell, just singing is great.
  • friends that are there when you need them (cliche, I know, but so, so true!)
  • our freshly mopped hardwood floors
  • a husband who can work 18 hours and still help out at home AND takes the kids out to give me a little alone time.

I am truly blessed!

Share the love people. We really need it this week.

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The Urgent Avoider

Of all the people that you can encounter in business, one of the most frustrating types has to be, what am I now about to coin, the Urgent Avoider.

This person has two distinct cycles. The Urgency Phase is easily detectable by the number of attempted contacts in a two-hour period. For example, the time line will look something like this:

  • 9:01 am: Leaves voicemail about some detail the two of you need to work out. (You are away from desk at the photocopier and then are off to a meeting, so don’t have a chance to receive voicemail never mind return call)
  • 9:58 am: Leaves second voicemail wondering if you got the first voicemail and saying they will follow up with email, wonders on message if you are away on holidays. (You are still trapped in epically long meeting)
  • 10:01: sends email reiterating all information two previous communiques. Last line reads “PLEASE contact me ASAP so that we can work this out. Cheers! ;-)
  • 10:03: harasses receptionist to give out your cell number by claiming they are long lost cousin who must urgently contact you to receive giant inheritance from long-lost aunt.
  • 10:04 Leaves voicemail on cell phone. Lists in clipped tones all the times that you have been messaged. Marks message urgent. Fails to leave return number. (Your meeting is just winding down)
  • 10:10 You receive all messages. Return phone call and get a chipper voicemail inviting you to leave a message and your call will be returned as soon as humanly possible. You do so, although there is a weird click halfway through your message, so you are unsure if it went through.
  • 10:15: You step into the washroom at which point the Urgent Avoider calls. This is only detectable by the caller-ID because they did not leave a message this time. A warning bell in your head goes off.
  • 10:17: You are cc’d on an email to your boss that reads something like this: “I have tried several times to reach so and so [you] but she hasn’t returned any of my messages. Is there a better way to reach her?”
  • 10:18: You send off tersely worded email to Urgent Avoider and cc’d to your boss pointing out that you did in fact leave a message and are currently sitting at your desk if they would like to call you right this second.
  • 10:18 and 30 seconds. The Urgent Avoider calls. The both of you speak. The detail is worked out and the call will end with the Urgent Avoider promising you something “Okay, I will send that off to you in the mail.”

Thus ends the Urgency Cycle. You will know this by the fact that nothing will ever materialize in the mail.

Now we start the Avoidance Phase.

  • Two weeks after this last exchange, it will occur to you that whatever it was has still not been taken care of. You dash off an email noting that it hasn’t arrived. You get no reply.
  • A couple of days later you leave a voicemail. No reply.
  • You continue to follow up every couple of days or so alternating forms of communication (phone, cell, email, fax, I’ve even resorted to snail mail upon occasion).

NOTHING. A black hole of silence. This can last as little as a week and a half or as long as two months.

And then suddenly, for some unknown reason, the UA resurfaces and the Urgency phase kicks in. The UA calls four times in 1/2 hour period before the two of you are able to connect in person. They explain that ALL their forms of communication went on the fritz, including the postal worker who is currently at Future Shop having their knobs jiggled and their memory wiped. But, never mind that, the UA is ON IT! Have you sent that whatever it was? Once reminded that it was THEY who were going to send the whatever it was, they are apologetic and in a weaselly way apologize for thinking that it was YOU who was letting the ball drop. There is probably some “silly me” giggling involved. 

Now, some helpful words of advice–if you have ANY HOPE of getting the whatever it is taken care of, DO NOT let them off that phone. Say something like, “Why don’t we just walk through the changes to the document over the phone and then you can sign it and fax it to me right away. No, don’t hang up! How will you know I’ve received the fax if you hang up? No, no, I’ll just walk over to the fax machine with the phone in my hand and let you know that I’ve got it. Now, I’m going to sign it and fax it back to you, and you can let me know if you received it back.”

They will not want to do this, because it interferes with their enjoyment of their avoiding time if they are not actually avoiding anything. The Urgent Avoider feeds on procrastination like a Dementor feeds on emotions. They will wriggle and squirm and hyperventilate, but eventually they will respect your stand and move on to other prey, (and hopefully another job where they have no contact with you).

The Urgent Avoider–avoid them, well, urgently.

Have you had any dealings with an Urgent Avoider? Do tell.

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Just show me the red carpet.

It’s official. I’ve been nominated for best supporting actress in a musical or pantomime with Community Theatre Coalition, along with a lot of other great people from Iolanthe.

http://www.bclocalnews.com/surrey_area/surreyleader/entertainment/23125974.html

I have some pretty stiff competition in my category though, so I guess I’ll just stick with the “It’s just an honour to be nominated” line.

Really, I want to win, win, WIN!

But it’s all done by committee so I can’t even ask you to vote for me.

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It’s cheap if you divide the price per cup.

I just went out and paid a queen’s ransom for 3 bras that fit me. And holy cow, what a great investment a bra that fits is. I’d been ‘making do’ because the last time I actually forked out the kind of cash that seems to be required to purchase bras of good construction that fit…(taking a calming breath here)…the DOG pulled them out of the laundry basket and destroyed them. <sob>

To answer your question, the dog is still alive. But, so help me, if it happens again, someone will be reporting a canineicide and I will be in the Emergency room with a suspected aneurysm.

I just put the first and best of the lot on, (Deauville by Prima Donna) and it’s like I can breathe again! And I’m thinking that breathing has to be better for my health. I’m sure I’ve heard that it’s recommended by 3 out of 4 professionals.

What a weight off my chest.

Come on! I couldn’t just let that go by.

So ladies, I highly recommend it. Save your pennies. Go to the good store. Get fitted. It will hurt for a moment at the cash register, but if you take care of them (and don’t let your dog anywhere near them) they will last a good long time. Or so they say. I don’t know really, because, as I may have mentioned, the dog ate mine.

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Tell me, but quietly and out of earshot of the daycare ladies

If you’ve been following this bjournal for a while you might recall I vowed to stop lurking in doorways.

I took a big step out of the doorway by deciding to submit my name to audition for professional theatre companies–and I actually was successful in securing an audition. But they wanted a contemporary song, and most of my repertoire is, let’s just say, older than contemporary. So, I decided on Tell Me On a Sunday. If you’re not familiar, here’s Sarah Brightman giving a pretty good rendition of it (but remember she’s a soprano and I’m a mezzo, so I’m going to be making more of a big deal of the low notes).

 

 

I purchased the sheet music, practiced, and practiced some more, met with a vocal coach, worked with my voice teacher. It might take a village to raise a child, but it takes a small army to get this gal ready to audition.

Then, of course, at the audition, they asked me if I had anything else. GACK! So, I ended up singing only a little bit of Tell Me On a Sunday and quite a bit of The Physician. This song:

 

 

A Cole Porter song made famous-ish by Gertrude Lawrence in the 1930s. So much for a contemporary sound. Thank God I’d been working on that song for something else.

Anyway, I did it. It’s done. I doubt it will result in actual casting, but it was good to get that first one out of the way, and I don’t think I humiliated myself at any rate.

So, Griffin (the 4-year-old, if you need reminding) asked me one morning if I wanted him to sing a song for me. And because he’s been hearing it constantly for about a week, he sings me a line from Tell Me On A Sunday–which is very cute and charming, yes, I grant you. But has he learned the line “Take me to a park that’s covered with trees“? No, he has not. Has he learned the line “Take me to a zoo that’s got chimpanzees“? Again, nope. No, the line that my bright little four-year-old parrots back to me is “Don’t get drunk and slam the door.

As long as he doesn’t sing it for daycare ladies I guess we’re okay.

Next time I’m learning a song extolling the virtues of motherhood and let him learn the lines from that. Any suggestions?

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The unexpected journey

I haven’t been much of a world traveller. But I did get the opportunity once to have my European adventure. I did a course in Oxford, performed in a play at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival and then after that was all done, took three weeks and travelled down to Greece, over to Italy and up through France. It was grand.

One of my observations of travelling, is there’s so much that can be done in a day. This morning, I’m in Rome, tomorrow I’ll be in Florence (Firenze if you’re local). Today I will see the Vatican, the Sistine Chapel and the Coliseum. I will be amazed that anyone can cross a street in Rome and live to tell the tale. Tomorrow, I will see the David and almost get knocked over twice by scooters. And that is amazing, wonderful, and yes, also exhausting to live in this heightened state for a time–always seeing new things, new people, new scenery, eating new food, and sleeping in unfamiliar quarters.

And sometimes life can be like that.

I remember another 3-month period in my life, a long time ago. In February, my best friend was killed, in March, I performed a role I’d been wanting to play since high school, in early April, my mother had a baby, and at the end of April, my sister got married. Birth, personal achievement, marriage and death. Major life events all stacked up together like being in Venice one day and Nice the next.

And it would seem that life has once again sped up.

In early May, my daughter was diagnosed with Aspergers. In late May I got to perform a difficult and personally satisfying role (for which I’ve been nominated for a best supporting actress award–go me!), June was a whirlwind of birthday parties, sorting out the Aspergers paperwork, getting my kids enrolled in Fast ForWord, beginning therapy, and regular end of school stuff, PLUS I got a paid gig (my first in many years) to perform as an historical character in our local Canada Day celebrations. I then also had an audition for a professional theatre company (also a first for me in many years). AND we’re planing a trip to Disneyland for the end of July. And then, June 30th, we got the call that a member of our family has a potentially life-threatening illness.

So, we’re taking the trip as it comes with the good and the bad, and praying that the illness ends up in the good column. Illness City? Well, we weren’t expecting that stopover and I don’t think we want to live there. But it was an interesting journey.

Please add our family to your prayers.

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