I always feel a little pensive on this day, but this year more so than ever, as I keep thinking back on the story my mom used to tell of being in the hospital with me after my birth. How the nuns would bring her such a good breakfast every morning. You could sense her satisfaction all those years later, as she would tell of the tray they would bring to her bedside, set with good porcelain dishes containing strong hot coffee and fresh crusty rolls with sweet butter. She loved a good breakfast.
Actually one of my favourite stories about my mom revolves around breakfast. It was the morning after my brother's wedding. We had all gone out for breakfast and ordered bacon and eggs, and when the waitress asked my mom how she wanted her eggs cooked, mom replied, "oh, just normal". I'm always tempted to order my eggs that way.
She feels really gone today. Although my mom couldn't really talk on the phone the last few years, I am still tempted to dial her old number, just to hear it ring out into the cosmos.
I am really looking forward to getting caught up on everyone's blogs over this long weekend, so you had all better be writing lots and lots for me to read. No going out and doing yardwork until you have written plenty of your patented witticisms to keep me entertained.
In my real life, the lovely Resident Offspring is accompanying me down to Mission after school today, where she has offered to buy me a coffee and a lemon slice at the Purple Perk, and where we will then peruse Casablanca - one of the city's better indie video stores - for some good films for the weekend. The Zombie family is taking me out to our local fancy schmancy lakeside restaurant for dinner tonight. Om nom nom.
On Sunday, I intend to roast and devour The Magnificent Bird for our Thanksgiving dinner. The family is pretty excited that I have also promised to bake a pumpkin pie, but for me it's all about the turkey. The fall yard work also awaits, and there is nothing quite like heading back into the house on a crisp fall afternoon, fingers chilled from scooping up the piles of leaves, and having the excruciatingly divine scent of roasting turkey waft over you as you open the door.
Back here, where I really live, I intend to catch you up on things long overdue in the telling - a wonderful Icelandic film we saw at the Calgary International Film Festival, a strange and poetic play we saw a couple of nights ago at Sage Theatre, as well as some developments in my brilliant new career. I am also really looking forward to once again participating in some long overdue memes that I was tagged for.
I'll ease back into it by playing along with Just A Cool Cat's Friday Random Ten, for which he has been faithfully keeping the home fires lit for quite some time now.
Here's the Sorry I Drooled on You, I was Thinking About Turkey edition:
1. the hem of his garment - Basia Bulat
2. gumboots - Paul Simon
3. 1963 - New Order
4. song for sunshine - Belle and Sebastian
5. new cities - Uncut
6. no beginning no end - Hawksley Workman
7. little things - Bush X
8. exterminator (massive attack remix) - Primal Scream
9. lake charles - Lucinda Williams
10. loomer - My Bloody Valentine
What delectable delicacies are wafting randomly out of your player right now?
I'll leave you with a little gift - the ohrmwurm that has been haunting me all week. Hey, if I can't get pasty bare-bummed Icelandic boys who run recklessly across fields out of my head, why should you be able to?
góðan daginn - sigur rós