In two days, I’ve attended two services – a Catholic funeral yesterday, and a Protestant memorial today. Some marked differences between the two in terms of ceremony, stained glass (Hey, is that a peacock?), and air conditioned comfort. More bells and rituals on the Catholic side. More violin solos and sweltering heat on the Protestant side. Oh, and ruck up one epiphany for your truly. As this afternoon’s ceremony drew to a close I was struck by a sudden, soul-shattering revelation: Josh Groban’s You Raise Me Up and Bette Midler’s Your Are The Wind Beneath My Wings are the same damn song!
Today’s affair was a little less staid, a little more laid back. Following a novella-length personal reminiscence, the pace picked up with a couple of brief speeches, readings, said violin solo, and a short sermon. No confusion as to when to sit and stand (the minister’s prompts were clear enough) but much confusion when it came time to the hymns as those gathered were incapable of following simple instructions in terms of what stanza to sing and when. They all chose to do their own thing but it all worked out in the end so that, in less than two hours, we were all outside enjoying the sudden driving downpour. As I was attempting to corral my mother toward my double-parked sister, one very distant relative approached and remarked how much I resembled my father. “More and more, you’re beginning to look like him,”she said which was pretty much the same thing as her telling me: “You’re looking older and older!” Thanks. Thanks a lot.
My last night in Montreal as I prepare for tomorrow’s return flight to Vancouver. Although I may have been conflicted at the beginning of my stay, it’s taken me all of three days to realize that the west coast is where I want to be. The houses may be more expensive, the back yards smaller, and the cyclists infinitely more annoying, but there’s no denying it’s home now. Nine full days here was great but, any longer, and I’d have gone stir crazy AND run out of books and thus been forced to raid mom’s library. In one panicked instant, I was seriously weighing The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency versus Maeve Binchy’s Firefly Summer.
Thanks for tagging along on my trip. Once I’m settled back in familiar territory, you can look forward to all those Universe-related designs, on-set pics, and behind-the-scenes photos and videos I’ve been holding onto.
Speaking of Stargate and, specifically, the new official site, I inquired about the accessibility issues faced by those of you overseas. Words is it’s a regional and rights issue but they’re working on a long-term resolution and hope to have it sorted out soon.
Looking forward to a dependable internet connection.