The Remains of the Day

People, People, People.
Let us not panic.  We have merely experienced a few degrees drop in temperature.
This is not The Rapture.  Repeat, not The Rapture.

Asked someone what they'd done on the weekend.
They replied, "Nothing, it was too cold."
Response to the weekend before that, "Nothing, it was too miserable."

Challenging times, yes.  Sunrise at nearly 7:20 and gone for 19:00.  Should we be hibernating yet?  No.

In this, our second week of Autumn, may I offer some suggestions on taking advantage of this time of year? Capture the dying light of day, the sunrise, the noon hour.  Do this Monday to Friday. Take some time after being cubicalized all day.  Sit outside, take a walk 'round the block.

Mix and match any of the following items and use them to your advantage.  Be smart enough to realize that by adding layers, you can be quite comfortable in October.  As the temperature drops, change from a cold beverage to a hot beverage.

              

 

 

   

 

 

 

 

  

Find a chair; watch and wait. Note the changing colours in the sky as the sun sets. If you cannot see the sun/sunset anymore, look at the stars.  Listen to night sounds.


Some of the things you may be missing if you close the front door too hastily:

 

 

 

 

 

 

There will come a time when you'll make the dash from the car to the house and be grateful to be inside.   But, not yet.

Perth County-Culture & Corn-Day Three of Three

6 AM
Sound of gentle rain on the window.
Are the car windows down?  Indeed they are.
Scramble for some clothes and out to the parking lot.  All is well.

7AM
Someone's at the cutlery again.  Is this the day to polish the silverware? Now is perhaps not the time.

9AM
A couple of new faces at the breakfast table.  Wisconsin and North Bay.  Guests preoccupied getting the WiFi up and running.   Wisconsin octogenarians-she has an arts degree and rents studio space where she churns out paintings; husband choosing not to know what she gets up to in the studio. Interesting conversation about the greying of the theatre crowd.  Not just how to get "bums in seats", but how to get young bums in seats. (It's the grey hairs that have the time and the money.) The Ottawa couple collect sculpture.  North Bay rather quiet-we swapped allergy remedies.  The Montrealer has her voice back.  Apparently Maggie Smith's appearance went down rather well.  Very gracious, we're told.  Ham and cheese stuffed pastry this morning.  Delicious.

Showered, packed and paid up.  Rain persists.  Over to town to pick up the latest acquisition for the kitchen.  Good browsing to be had in Stratford.  They have everything.  Someone commented that they like the "real" town here unlike that other theatre town where they feel everything is staged.

Coffee to escape the wind.  Have yet to replace my Totes umbrella since it was "liberated" from me in Huron County last June.  I have been suffering with an inferior product ever since.  

 

The plan was Line 4 to the bison farm and then down to Aylmer and Sparta to find Steed & Co.  As the name suggests, they raise horses but they also have a hikeable forest and they grow lavender.

I was less than enthusiastic with the weather situation.  Will we transition to the Autumn unlike last Spring? I did not wear a jacket this year.  Parka to T-shirt in 24 hrs.

Dawns on me that I've left the Bombay in the fridge.  Over we go.  Most people disagree with me on the necessity to chill the drinks.  There's little room in my fridge for essentials like juice and milk what with most of the real estate given over to the alcohol. (Before assumptions are made, I'm a one drink a weeker[vacation exception, of course] and have recently given up on the midweek wine with dinner intake.  Just want to clear that up.)

Off to Shakespeare for pies for the Pater and to find the flagship store of Harry Ten Schilling.  Conditions had turned bleak and homemade soup was just the thing.  This Harry store is larger than Stratford and also houses an antiques shop and clothier amongst other things.  I waited for the two "ladies who lunch" to show up but they did not.  Good soup-vegetable and spices to counter the arctic like conditions outside.

Had a chat with a couple up from London.  They were on route to Bayfield.  I spent the afternoon there last year and really enjoyed it.  Did the Huron County run last year-Goderich/Blyth/Wingham/Point Clark/Goderich again/Bayfield/Grand Bend/Exeter.  Recommend The Black Dog Village Pub & Bistro at Bayfield (beet salad with a nice glass of rose) and Thyme On 21 in Goderich-good creme brulee.

 

 

 

Tea pot was drained and spent the rest of the afternoon in brilliant sunshine.  Retraced steps to St. Mary's.  Look for Klomp's garden centre on the left.  Good selection.  On through Rannoch and cross to Line 4.

 

 

 

 

Nice stretch of fully paved road.  Corn everywhere. Quiet.  No one attached themselves to my bumper.

 



 

Blanbrook Bison Farm is #5679 so you'll be travelling a fair stretch before you come across it. Enjoyed the sausage picked up at the Garlic Fest and thought to try the filet this time.

 

Met the family dog but no one else home.  A later email from the family tells me that most days after 18:00 are best and that they are also down at the London Farmers' Market Saturday mornings.  They do sell heads so if you have a Man Cave that needs that little something, consider a Bison head.

 

 

 

Double back to take a closer look at the grave stones I'd just passed.  No signage  and I have yet to find out the who/what/where.

 

 

 

 

 

Apart from the stones, corn figured prominently throughout the day.  Lots of corn but is it any good given the weather?

 

If you're in this neck of the woods, take #7 to the Lucan area and make the trek to the Donnelly grave.  The original grave marker has been removed and there is a modern stone in the yard.  If you like your mystery/history, read the following account of the Donnelly saga and massacre.

 

http://www.donnellys.com/History.html 

 

Down into Oxford County to Thamesford and Ingersoll.  Enjoyed the run but decided to do the Southern leg of the trip another day as the sun would soon be setting.  The jam would have to wait.

 

Closer to home and went to fill the tank. Mistake #3.  Pulled up behind an enormous pick-up.  The kind that comes with an extension ladder so you can climb into the thing in a timely manner.  Gas station designed with three pumps, the diesel being in the middle.  You cannot access the other two pumps if someone's at the diesel as this one was.  I do not exaggerate here and it's not paranoia, but there was no doubt that the driver released pressure on that pump and filled that tank as slowly as possible.  He finally climbed up the ladder into the cab and sat there.  (I think he did his income tax return while I waited.)  Eventually he pulled away, did a tour of the perimeter and drove out of the station with his partner, who failed to conceal her smirk as she looked my way.  I repeat-not paranoia.

 

Welcome back to Suburbia.  Where to next?

 

Perth County-Culture & Corn -Day Two

By popular demand, breakfast has been pushed back to 9AM.  A much more civilized time.
Juice, yogurt & berries, scratch quiche, carrot, chocolate & spice cakes, melon, tea and coffee.  There is no need for lunch with this kind of breakfast.

Mixed crowd this morning-Windsor, Ottawa, Montreal and Barrie.  Great anticipation-Maggie Smith was in town to see "Hirsch".  One of the guests knows someone who knows someone who's in the know.  Will there be a rush at the box office?

Those that saw The Matchmaker didn't care for it.  Too farcical, too much slapstick.  To each his own.  I thought it was good fun.  Go see the Greeks or Macbeth if you want high drama. (Although, I'm still reeling from the last production of Macbeth-set in Africa of all places.  It's hard to suspend disbelief when a character cries out "Scotland! Oh, Scotland!" and he's in the middle of the Savannah.  I was accused of being a purist.  I'm all for modernization but let's start with modern day Scotland and go from there.  My favourite play from last season is Twelfth Night. It didn't have a set period.  One character wore a codpiece and tights, John Lennon delivered a pizza and so on.) We swapped notes on what to see, where to eat, where we've been and where we're going.

Mobilized and walked down to Stage Books for a browse.  Spied a Russell Smith and Elizabeth David-more about her kitchen in a future post.   Looking for Tom Stoppard and Harold Pinter collections.  Like Rushdie, Stoppard has a voice you could listen to for hours(and not too shabby an author).  To do the shop properly, you will need to give yourself plenty of time. Bring a list with you.

Booked High Tea at Harry Ten Schilling.  Highly recommend this spot.  Fresh scones with double cream; cheese & homemade chutney, egg, tomato & cucumber sandwiches.  Six pastries and a pot of custard topped with a nasturtium flower and berries.  Good selection of teas.

Down to the Shakespeare Gardens which seems to be maintained by one highly motivated person.  I secured a spot and tackled the crossword.  This is the year to master the New York Times (in pen).  Meandered along the river to the War Memorial.  Ducks, white geese and swans quietly going about their business when Jackson, a lunatic child of about six, broke free from his family and ran along the riverbank, roaring and screeching at them; once, twice, three times.  The peace was shattered.  The birds flew away.

 

Called in at Distinctly Tea.  Three hundred varieties of loose tea; sommeliers on staff. Recommend Rose Conguu, Buckingham Palace, Earl Grey Royale and Keemun Imperial amongst about twenty or so other favourites.

http://shop.distinctlytea.com/store/

Questioning whether the town hall is the "old" town hall?  Way too many teenagers hanging out for Council space.  Truancy rates must have gone through the roof.

Afternoon Tea was amusing.  Arrived after the pre-show rush.  Two couples came in after me but the husbands fancied the pub next door after they found out the room wasn't licensed.  Restaurant was empty but the women chose the table next to me.  I'm not antisocial but given that they had the choice of any table in the place and picked one that was a foot away from me, I was a touch put out.  They were loud.  They wanted to know what brand of tea they were drinking.  "You know, like Tetley?"  This is fine, loose tea; it does not come in a brand. One didn't get her milk immediately and got pouty. "But, my tea is getting cold."  I hate to break it to you but milk chills tea.   They wanted more cream for the scone, they wanted more water for the pot.  "Oh, it's weak."  Yes, because you've already taken the strength out of it in the first pot.  The proprietor handled it well.  Obviously I didn't.  The husbands showed up and off they went (interestingly, the women wouldn't pay; they waited for the men even though they had cash and plastic on them).  I was curious to know where they were going for dinner because I'd like to see how the two of them coped with a full dinner menu.

I'd become wedged in my seat from the all the pastries. Another walk was in order. Took the shortbread home for the apres theatre.  Dropped off the day's collection at the B & B and set off for the opposite end of the lake.  Broke a sweat and by the time I got there the ink had leached off the pages of my magazine.  From the look of my arms I'd either been on the receiving end of a bad tattoo job or just coming off years of heroin addiction. 

Terraced gardens and ponds at the Theatre.  Everyone thrilled with the Autumn Croci-just like the Spring ones only pink and much bigger.

Some fine houses in the area.  Beautiful detailing which you don't see in a modern home.  Watched the swans for a bit-won't be long before they'll be taken off the water to their Winter home.  Jackson did not make a second appearance.  Small mercies.

On to  Balzac's for a Parisian Mist.  Juan Chioran and Nigel Bennett taking coffee.  It's good that actors can sip a latte and hang out.

Rinsed off the ink and spruced myself up.  Off to the Studio Theatre for Best Brothers. Two men dealing with the sudden death of their Mother.  Excellent comedy but also very poignant.  This was the world premiere so do look for it in your neighbourhood.  I'd only seen MacIvor in "The Five Senses" and had no idea he had so much writing behind him.  Loved the staging.

Planned the route for Day 3, ate the shortbread and mixed myself a small G & T.  Did you think I'd forgotten to bring the Bombay?

Perth County-Culture & Corn-Day One

ZZZT    ZZZT     ZZZT    ZZZT

What in the name of arse?

Vacation week and after two early starts Monday and Tuesday thought a lie in was in order. Little did I know that my neighbour had other ideas. He is normally an early riser but chose Wednesday to get up at the crack of dawn to begin the masonry work for his front walk. Seniors in my neighbourhood don't turn over and go back to sleep. I think if I ever see retirement, I'd go the lie-in route.

Stirred from a blissful slumber by the cutter I resigned myself to another early start.  Breakfast in bed sounded good and besides the dry wall dust still coated the dining room table. I was scheduled to meet my London counterpart for luncheon but I consumed the Full Monty and one of those mega muffins that loom large in the bakery. (The price went up thirty cents after they started wrapping them in the little brown cooking papers! The price of aesthetics.)

Stratford bound again- this time for the theatre.  After several years of theatre going you finally get to a point where you know what routine works best.  You can cram your schedule with half a dozen plays, sightseeing, shopping and eating (desperately trying to stay awake during the first fifteen minutes of the last show because the exhaustion is finally setting in) or choose some evening shows and allow yourself the whole day for R & R.  This is a vacation after all not boot camp.

This year stayed away from Shakespeare, but Wyn Davies was in Cymbelline and that's enough of a draw to keep it in the back of my mind for three days.  Also wanted to see Elektra because I'd recently listened to an interview with Anne Carson who did the translation.  Greek tragedy? Perhaps not.  Keeping it light, chose The Matchmaker by Thornton Wilder and Best Brothers by Daniel MacIvor.

Half a dozen trips to the car-scheduling myself around Q this morning.  Salman Rushdie and Deepa Mehta talking about their new movie-Midnight's Children. Rushdie has one of those voices you could listen to all day.  Sadly, the price on his head has recently increased.  Previously on Q this week-Catherine Keener and Christopher Walken (The Late Quartet)-two of my favourites.  I think it behooves a host to make an effort with interviews.  Guests must get sick of answering the same questions over and over.

I'm actually enjoying this 401 thing.  Farmland north and south.  And, yes, the sun was out.  (Of course the sun is always out, it's the cloud cover that's the critical factor.)

 

I had a vision for lunch.  The vision included an ice cold martini (perhaps a few stray ice chips in the glass; four olives) followed by something really tasty-there's a good Thai close to the office or samosa and butter chicken from The Raja.  This did not happen.  We went to the local diner which is presently under renovation.  Dust everywhere and half way through the meal someones sander blew out and the room clouded over.  My lungs haven't been the same since.

After a less than stellar lunch, made my way North via #4.  Mistake number one.  What would be the ideal route?  #4 runs N, NE, E then N and changes names five times.  It takes you right through town and unless you're looking to tour the back lots of both the Salvation Army and Goodwill, I suggest alternate arrangements.  #4 passes right through the core, which is bottle neck, and UWO.  If it's food you're after, this would be the spot.  Traffic is appalling, though.

Finally hit countryside.  Good time of year-fields a little ahead of the trees with the colour change.
Corn everywhere.

 

Headed along #7 toward St. Mary's.  Construction and one lane of traffic at times.  It's 80 kmh here but the mini van behind me was determined to reach 100 kmh.  Despite the open road ahead of me and no double yellow lines, the van would not overtake.  What are you waiting for?  We drove like this for miles .  There was no rationalizing the situation.  Perhaps they didn't have a map and were straining to read mine.  Forced right for a detour, I pulled over-defeated.  Blood pressure rising, I stepped out of the car and with a wide sweep of my arm, like a host inviting guests to make themselves comfortable, gave the road over to the van. 

 

St. Mary's for a stress break.  Mistake # 2.  School had just got out and there were swarms of yellow buses everywhere.  Cold drink and a walk.  Found the Arthur Meighen statue.  The gardens at the Festival Theatre are named after him.

 

 

 

Work crew on the bridge so missed the waterfront.  St. Mary's is very picturesque.  Nice riverbanks, shops and a swimming hole in the old quarry. Big cemetery.

Checked in later than usual.  Always go with A Cottage on Brunswick  which is very unassuming from the outside  but has been gutted and refurbished inside.  Aurelia is a wonderful host and she prepares a great breakfast.  The cottage is central to all  theatres and it's a short walk to town.

Most of the gardeners in Stratford have given up on grass and fill their front with flowers and shrubs.

 

Quick change and had a walk 'round town.  Let Them Eat Cake is in a new location.  They do breakfast, lunch and dinner and of course enormous cakes and pastry.  Burned off the scone walking to the Festival Theatre for The Matchmaker-which is still playing until October 27.  Good fun.  Great cast.

News & TVO-"Why does the sky get dark at night?"  Deep thoughts after a long day.  Now where did I put those ear plugs?