Anyone who might take the time to read my previous blog might think that I went on a diet. Just to set the record straight -hahahahahahahhaha. Not bloody likely. Not unless cookies become a dietary necessity. Fat I am and Fat I shall remain.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
expanding the mind
Well here we are fast approaching the end of 2009 and so far this year I have only expanded my waist line. Until now that is. On Sunday, I was lucky enough to find myself in church! Anyone who knows should pick themselves up off the floor now.
Yes, it was a lucky night for me. I had worked all day, was tired and grumpy. I hate to drive in the rain, but there I was driving to Port Hope in the pouring rain on the 401, with a car load of teenage girls. Whom I might add, were exceptional company for the night. We were attending a performance of a friend of ours. The girls knew a few more who were playing as well.
I dropped the girls off and went to park the car. By the time I got back to the church (from 3 streets away) I could not locate the girls. I checked the balcony and the downstairs. Now picture this not so ordinary church. The balcony was an actual "U" shape, it was that big. There were a looooot of people in attendance. Oh! and the organs pipes were absolutely massive. I was in awe of the place.
The orchestra played and they were wonderful. My spirits were lifted already. No matter to me that the girls were without me, I sat at the very back wall and just listened and engrossed myself in the sounds. After that song was over the conductor talked about the kids in the orchestra, yes, this was a youth orchestra. He then began to talk about the soloist, his enthusiasm and electric personality. When the man came out to sing, I was amazed. Out waltzed a bald, black man in a birght white tuxedo with tails and a red bow tie! He then began to speak, with a scottish accent. Well you could have blown me over with a feather. I was not expecting this at all. His voice was mesmerizing. One of the girls later said she would like him to read her bed time stories every night because she loved his voice so much. You cannot know what I mean until you hear him. Maybe it's the genuine warmth in his voice and not just the timbre.
I was worried that he was going to sound like my father which would drastically disturb me. But, he didn't. PHEW! He was very jazzy and even bopped around the stage. My father was an entertainer and singer, but very very different.
I am so glad to have attended the show. The Youth Orchestra was fantastic and Michael Dansa sang wonderfully and I felt like a new person leaving the church. I highly recommend people make their way up to Lindsay on the weekend to see the show. It is well worth the drive and the cost of the show.
You will be amazed. Anyone who reads this blog (ha!) and would like to know the link, let me know.
ttfn
Yes, it was a lucky night for me. I had worked all day, was tired and grumpy. I hate to drive in the rain, but there I was driving to Port Hope in the pouring rain on the 401, with a car load of teenage girls. Whom I might add, were exceptional company for the night. We were attending a performance of a friend of ours. The girls knew a few more who were playing as well.
I dropped the girls off and went to park the car. By the time I got back to the church (from 3 streets away) I could not locate the girls. I checked the balcony and the downstairs. Now picture this not so ordinary church. The balcony was an actual "U" shape, it was that big. There were a looooot of people in attendance. Oh! and the organs pipes were absolutely massive. I was in awe of the place.
The orchestra played and they were wonderful. My spirits were lifted already. No matter to me that the girls were without me, I sat at the very back wall and just listened and engrossed myself in the sounds. After that song was over the conductor talked about the kids in the orchestra, yes, this was a youth orchestra. He then began to talk about the soloist, his enthusiasm and electric personality. When the man came out to sing, I was amazed. Out waltzed a bald, black man in a birght white tuxedo with tails and a red bow tie! He then began to speak, with a scottish accent. Well you could have blown me over with a feather. I was not expecting this at all. His voice was mesmerizing. One of the girls later said she would like him to read her bed time stories every night because she loved his voice so much. You cannot know what I mean until you hear him. Maybe it's the genuine warmth in his voice and not just the timbre.
I was worried that he was going to sound like my father which would drastically disturb me. But, he didn't. PHEW! He was very jazzy and even bopped around the stage. My father was an entertainer and singer, but very very different.
I am so glad to have attended the show. The Youth Orchestra was fantastic and Michael Dansa sang wonderfully and I felt like a new person leaving the church. I highly recommend people make their way up to Lindsay on the weekend to see the show. It is well worth the drive and the cost of the show.
You will be amazed. Anyone who reads this blog (ha!) and would like to know the link, let me know.
ttfn
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