We've all had those moments of serendipitous human connectedness. When I moved to a tiny West Coast Canadian town of 1500, my immediate next door neighbour, as well as the woman five houses up and I all graduated, within two years of each other, from Western Michigan University 2367 miles away. The two of them were music majors.
This time it's happened right here in knitting blogland or to be more specific in Lifesastitchland. My previous post featured my daughter's engagement at the Edmonton Folk Festival. Susanne, a knitter who has followed my blog since at least 2006, whom I've never met, commented: Hey, I saw that!!! It was so fun and wonderful to witness a happy moment! The Edm. Folk Fest is THE BEST and now I bet they think so tooooo!!!
Although I couldn't be there it was nice to know someone I know was witness to my daughter's and her life partner-to be's momentous occasion.
Come on, I would love to hear your small world stories.
In keeping with the theme of small, I'll end this with a picture of a small person, also in Edmonton, with a BIG personality. I have bragging rights. I'm the grandmother.
Hopefully not on a permanent basis, but for now. File this in the family annals of the calamitous crew. Long story short I spent my holiday weekend in the hospital with an episode of twisted innards, just like a horse gets. Bizarre. Back at work, I'm now on a limited diet (goodbye Subway lobster sandwiches and Diet Coke) while awaiting the opportunity to drink yet another liter of disgustingness for a second, more specialized CT. Better than some of the other testing options, I've been assured. The good news: I've lost over 5 lbs without trying, however not on a diet I'd recommend, and there was time for knitting and to indulge in a long good book - the Goldfinch, by Donna Tartt.
Living near salt water gives endless possibilities for water watercolours. The same scene always looks different. This one isn't the same scene as in the recent water painting, but it's nearby and at night:
And like in photographing some knitting projects, it's difficult to get the colours correct.
Witnesses to my cooking know I press an inordinate amount of garlic.
I'm happy to announce Ikea has built a better mousetrap garlic press. For years and years and years I have sworn by Zyliss or Pampered Chef garlic presses. They were identical except for the fact that the Pampered Chef press held two cloves. No matter how careful you are with either of these two, the silver finish eventually wears off, exposing the aluminum core, leaving you with black stained garlic.
Introducing Ikea's new press: Vardefull.
It's an uncoated aluminum free, large capacity garlic press that works effectively, and the piece de resistance - a little door that opens flat making cleaning a breeze. No longer do you have to keep track of that little plastic cleaning tool included with the presses mentioned above. Could it get any better? Yes, the price. It's $5 cdn.
Not really graduation, but all this talk in our house about retirement planning as C has determined his date, brings back the same feelings I experienced so many years ago graduating from college. Lots of unknown, friends moving away, being both anxious and excited. I know one thing for sure, I won't be bored. With knitting and these past two weekend projects, the spinner ring and my most recent watercolor painting, have provided the kind of uplift that will keep me happy in retirement someday. Thanks for all the nice comments on the ring.
And of course graduation will hopefully mean the ability to travel to spend time with another little creation of sorts, the sweet grandboy:
Thursday, as part of the Burnig Man movie, we were featured on the Bill Good Show on Vancouver news/talk radio CKNW. Funny thing, we heard that right after our interview, the legendary Bill Good announced his plans for his own retirement. Happy Graduation, Bill Good.
This particular Saturday, the hands were involved in another creative endeavour. Having taking beginner level courses two years ago and as a birthday gift this year, I attempted the next step: Intermediate Silversmithing with a satisfying result. Here is my sterling silver spinner ring with a gold filled center ring:
It's due to a wonderful teacher, "Silver Bee," who in an encouraging manner, doesn't let you proceed to the next step until you've got it right. Not a sliver of light can be showing through the join prior to soldering. The only disappointment is that she's moving away so I signed up for one more class to reinforce my skills.
My favourite part of ocean crossings is at about 1500 miles at sea. No buildings, no land, no signs of the motion of life other than an occasional flying fish and the rhythm of the waves, or in this case, "wavelets." Total relinquishment of control:
I know that it's not always like this but, I never would have thought the middle of the ocean could be so calming. Three times lucky.
The laurels haven't been updated in this version, however the movie has won another audience award at the Maui Film Festival, where 1000 people watched it under the stars. Sometimes I've doubted what we've done putting ourselves out there, as a friend from college said, "In front of God and everybody." Admittedly it may not appear to be everyones' cup of tea, you know how sensational movie traier's can be, but reviews such as this one confirm that it was an authentic part of our family's life. Thank you to Michelle Muldoon for this recent heartfelt review of our son's movie, posted on C's birthday, an unexpected gift:
I had the pleasure of seeingTaking My Parents To Burning Man at a recent super stealthy screening. Alright, truthfully, I know the producer, but what I’m trying to say is, I know what I’m about to talk about so you should take note on this one. Taking My Parents to Burning Man is on the film festival circuit and being the smart people I know you are, you will do exactly as I say, run don’t walk to the theatre and go see this documentary.
What makes this film so special is the authenticity that surrounds it; from the love the filmmakers obviously have for Burning Man, to the open and fresh-faced wonder you experience through the eyes of the parents. Taking My Parents to Burning Manteaches you that age doesn’t have to affect experience, friendship, or the potential to learn new things about the world, or ourselves. If you don’t believe me, then ask the already seven sold out screenings at the festivals it’s played at. That’s right, seven, and at events like the Newport Beach Film Festival where it won the Audience Choice Award for Feature Documentary, and The Sonoma International Film Festival where, you guessed it, they also won the Audience Choice Award. If that wasn’t enough, throw in a private screening at Pixar and, well, you get the message, this is a can’t miss film.
Taking My Parents to Burning Man chronicles the adventures of Spry Bry, a DJ, entertainer, and party-monster extraordinaire. The guy has it going on. His parents are nice, good, decent people. They are supportive and loving, and not who you would typically think would be willing to take on Burning Man in front of a camera. But they do, and the way they and their lives change (for the better) is the main reason you need to go on the journey with them. By the end of this movie, you want to be their friends, their children, and their dinner guests.
This is a great film with a huge heart. The visuals of Burning Man are stunning, and yet that’s the least impressive part of it. What makes this film so special is that it connects with something in all of us. It speaks to a universal need to share, love, connect, and experience in a world devoid of politics, agendas, or deception. This is the heart of Burning Man as an event, and it’s the heart of the film.
The Rio Theatre in Vancouver is home to two screenings of Taking My Parents to Burning Man. The shows on May 30th and 31st are already 70% sold out (more screening schedules - see below). I suggest you get you get a ticket before the other 30% are gone. It’s the kind of movie experience we just don’t get enough of anymore.
For a FREE copy of my Herringbone Rib Scarf pattern by e-mail, please request it by leaving a comment on any post. If you are commenting using a Typepad profile, make sure you provide an e-mail address, or comment outside of your profile.