|You Are Guinness|
Sadly, I didn't have any Guinness over the Mom's Day weekend. Rather, I had a couple of glasses of a lovely white Zinfandel wine (which is actually pink) and a Scall0p, Prawn & Salmon Arborio Rice Bowl from the White Spot. Their menu describes this dish as:
Scallops, prawns and wild salmon sautéed with tomatoes, a touch of garlic, white
wine, capers, extra virgin olive oil and aged Italian balsamic vinegar over
creamy short-grained Italian Arborio rice. Finished with Parsley and
drizzled with Umberto's signature extra virgin olive oil from Tuscany.
It was yummy (recommended by Umberto Menghi after all!) ... but I could have ate three bowls of it!
So I bought lemon and black for the third group of afghan squares, and 2 squares in, decided I didn't like the looks of them next to those 60 oxblood/fuschia and 60 spruce/mint squares. Whatever made me think lemon and black was a likely combo? Must have been a momentary lapse of sanity! Now I need to EXCHANGE the unopened balls of lemon and black, and decide on another two colours. Or else make my afghan smaller. Hmmm.
I have finally found Fabricland! (I know, you're raising your eyebrows and wondering how long I've been in PG without addressing my serious fabric addiction, right? Ha! I can abstain!) Its NOT right on a bus route, thus not immediately visible and required a little exploring (as in walking). But I found it, and I'm the proud owner of a brand new Fabricland membership, as well as several pieces of nice fabric. It was a fruitful exploring mission, as I've been promising a special little girl that I'd make her some doll clothes, and I've been doing exactly that since Saturday. I even crocheted a wee poncho and purse for C.'s Dolly Saturday evening after my eyes got too tired to thread the machine anymore. (When did that little hole get so small???)
I got caught up with my favourite soap over the weekend ... thank you for taping them for me, S.! All I can say is WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING, SHELLEY!?!?!?!? (If you don't know what I'm blithering about, check out the Coronation Street link to the right and have a peek at an episode or two ... Shelley's gone totally loony! I want to smack her sensible again!)
This was Mum's Day weekend. It was also "Lady of Fatima" weekend, being closest to May 13. I noticed in the free local newspaper that annual festivities in honour of the Lady were organized for Sunday afternoon. Altho I didn't go (I haven't been hanging around with Roman Catholics on Sunday mornings much lately), I did remember the first candlelight "Lady of Fatima" procession in my home town in the early 1960s. At the time, I was fascinated. Having grown up Pentecostal and thoroughly indoctrinated in the evils of Catholic idol-worship, how could I help but be fascinated? (Ask me about being served red Kool-aid at a Catholic neighbour's birthday party in 1961 ... after being told Catholics drank Christian blood!) I didn't realize at the time of that first procession that I was witnessing history ... that a particular homesick immigrant community was establishing their own religious practises in Canada for the first time. Nor did I realize how much a part of my life that particular event would become, nor how very much I still miss it. Consequently, I waxed nostalgic all day Sunday.
No nostalgia today. I'm frustrated, and its not due to the Virgin Mary, strained eyes, or lack of Guinness! I keep registering for summer courses, and they keep getting cancelled. Okay, Uni people ... if you're not gonna run the courses, why advertise them and get my hopes up??? GRRR!