In response to an unknown number of people who actually read this, I’m finally posting something. It’s not that I don’t have anything to say, it’s just that doing one more thing in a given day has been totally out of the question on most days lately. This week, much has happened of note, but all I really want to talk about is the Michael Healey play I saw on Tuesday night at Tarragon Theatre. “Generous” is a set of four two-act plays that interweave with humour and power. My friend Marie would love this — each actor plays two or more parts and the set of four presents itself with the promise of chaos but the delivery that is so sweetly, divinely designed to intersect that you walk out of the theatre just being grateful for playwrights and actors and all of those wonderful people who make plays happen for usually not much money.
I hope it’s one thing I will make the effort to come into town for — plays at Tarragon, that is — once we have totally moved to our new home, for which we travelled north today to sign the papers in the lawyer’s office. Then again, maybe there is good theatre in Owen Sound or nearby. I’ll definitely research that. And Stratford isn’t so far away.
We take possession of the house next Tuesday. Today we were reminded of why we are moving. For a 3 pm appointment in town, we left my mother’s house at about 7 minutes to 3 and found a (free!) parking spot in front of the old house that is the lawyer’s office on one of the main streets of the town. Yes, I could get used to this.
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I told you that living in Owen Sound is great years ago.
What’s taken you so long?
Luv,
Mum
Boo hoo hoo hoo. Why am I crying? Well, for several reasons. First – yes, you’re right I would have loved to see that Michael Healey play. Remember how I once considered myself to be a groupie of his? Meaning I would see anything he wrote, whether or not the subject interested me. And I still would, if I had the opportunity. In fact, if I’d known, I might have made a superhuman effort to come for another visit this month.
And second, because you are moving. I know it’s not far from TO, but it seems like the final end of an era – the end of you, me and Kenda going out to dinner and then Tarragon. How I miss those days.
Maybe I can plan a trip over next year in Oct. (before the cheap flights end) and we can take in a play? Maybe we can even persuade Kenda to come?