Friday, September 6, 2019

The End of Summer

I should mention that the summer has been glorious in terms of weather - not too hot, not too cold, rain every ten days or so, Camelot-like, at night, no forest fires burning down the Province.  So, to remind you all, this is what I call home...


This is sunset from my patio...





....I'm living on the Fraser River (specifically, the north arm of the Fraser), definitely a working river - more pictures to come, no doubt....


......I live across from Mitchell Island, a working industrial island, so always something going on there too...


...and, for those of you who are just tuning in, this is where I live....


....the wall unit belonged to David's grandparents, the highchair was David's when he was a baby, and the dining room set was bought at a flea market in Sausalito, California in 1985, when David and I were just setting up house...

.....the tapestry over the fireplace was made by friend Barbara.  Couldn't afford it now - she is world famous.  Couldn't afford it 40 years ago either, for that matter, so traded it for mileage points (she wanted to take her family to Czechoslovakia, as it then was)...


....tucked away in the corner there is an old tube radio - David listed to the announcement about Pearl Harbor sitting in front of it when he was 7 years old....

.......the living room sofa is of slightly newer vintage, although not by much (1990 or so, so almost 30 years old)....


.......and my pride and joy, the spare bedroom, with Murphy bed......


.....that too is old, having been transported in the last two moves.

...the library (aka my bedroom)..


....this is, alas, all that remains of a much larger library, but the best I can manage in an apartment...

The tapestry over my bed is a copy of Fragonard's Girl Reading.  I did it in the 70's (when I could still see)...




.....my patio.....


Finally, the kitchen, the only modern thing in the place.  It is actually quite spacious, for apartment living, and certainly all that I require.  (Note the absence of a television.  I haven't had one for more than a decade, and don't miss it a bit.)


The path along the river runs in front of my patio, so going for my daily constitutional is just a question of stepping out my patio door...

So there you have it.

Since last we spoke, I have played in a regional bridge tournament with partner Alex, and, on the holiday Monday, with the remainder of our team for Swiss teams.  We had a bit of success, and a lot of fun.

Only one other outing to report.  Friend Jack and I went to the movies and dinner.  The movie was Quentin Tarantino's Once Upon A Time in Hollywood.  I am not usually a Quentin Tarantino fan, but Jack liked it so well he was willing to see it a second time, and that was good enough for me.  Indeed, I loved it.  It was an alternate telling of the Charles Manson story - I like this ending much better - and, for a change, all the violence was warranted.  On top of that, the visuals - 1960's Hollywood - the soundtrack, costumes, actors (Brad Pitt, Leonard DiCaprio, and loads of others old and young) were all stellar.  Two thumbs up!

Dinner was at the Spaghetti Factory close by.  I haven't been there for a million years, and the food hasn't gotten any better.  However, it is adequate, served promptly, reasonably inexpensive (as much as anything can be inexpensive in Canada), and in good quantity.  And the company was great.  So, all in all, a lovely afternoon. 

A few more movie outings coming up, so, more anon...

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