The bluegrass laden take on Twelfth Night by Shakespeare on the Saskatchewan is an absolute treat! My husband, raised in Indiana, was transported to his childhood as soon as the opening musical number began. Even the walk over during a rainstorm last week couldn’t dampen our enthusiasm, and there’s plenty of hot coffee and cookies as big as your head before it all begins. The play is still on, so if you haven’t enjoyed this already, or could go again, there’s still time. Shakespeare on the Saskatchewan has been a summer family tradition ever since our kids were small. I don’t think it would be summer in Saskatoon without the magic under the big white tents on the riverbank.
Jim is proud as punch of his sister Erin, who just earned her second doctorate from University of Saint Augustine. Her dissertation, Employing Service Learning to Promote Student Self-Efficacy in Occupational Therapy Education – A Dissertation presented in Partial Fullfillment of the Requirements for the Degree of Doctor of Education, was approved. Jim sent “Bird” his congratulations with a sign and a smile:
My husband says he’s not sure who else would (or why) enjoy this birthday present as much as I did last week. Rather than going with me out to our vet to pick up cat food (our cat Ed has ‘issues’), he said “Go by yourself and visit Hamlet to your heart’s content.” YAY. Hamlet is recuperating from a nasty scrape with an SUV, so I was certain he needed Timbits, an old Cherry Blossom and a few chips. I know he’s watching his weight, so I only got a 10-pack in the Tim Horton’s drive thru. I found him recuperating in the haystack and we had a very nice visit. Thanks, Rick and Marilyn, for letting me have free range on your farm. And in keeping with the Shakespeare theme, when I got back (and cleaned up) we had a wonderful evening at Shakespeare on the Saskatchewan for Twelfth Night. Everyone happy, big smiles all around.
Wonderful sunny day at Diefenbaker Park. The Optimists Day in the Park is always a great opportunity to celebrate our home. We reaffirmed our oaths, ate our annual helping of dry ribs, visited the booths, people watched, and enjoyed how much fun everyone had as they appreciated where they live. On the way home, we passed a solitary cyclist showing his pride on the streets of Nutana.
And just for the record. Here’s the way the sentence was supposed to go: It was in 1534 that Jacques Cartier paddled over from France to ‘discover’ Canada, but it was home to many long before that –150 years ago, Canada became a federation. Yes, I know Cartier didn’t ‘paddle,’ but sailed. Sometimes my sense of humour fails me. Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how did you enjoy the play? In other words, I hope you enjoy the HOME Summer 2017 article, Happy Birthday Canada!”