Friday, after one of our dip dinners, we traipsed to the Junior Pup’s high school where we watched students and teachers put on an amazing tribute for his school’s 120th anniversary.
Skits, reviews, handmade films, or musical numbers were presented for each of the 12 decades the school has been in existence. Pup’s just in Grade 9 so I’m still getting used to the teachers and the in-jokes and I was a bit in the dark when the teenage contingent started whoop-whooping for different reasons. My translator was off sitting with some girls. It was unabashedly funny when Pup’s history teacher came out dressed as Elvis in an inflatable wig and his English teacher as Barbie.
I always get a nose-prickle at the beginning of live events - I guess I’m easily moved - but I cried through this whole review, whether from emotion or just laughing too hard. I could blame mopping my face on the temperature in the auditorium which must have been about 95 degrees. The eagerness and confidence of these kids was astounding (my own kid not included…yet).
I felt about 100 years old when the kids started cheering for a montage of things from the ‘90s. Power Rangers, Pokemon, Game Boy, cell phones. The kids were cheering for things, not people or events. I thought that weird.
This 120th Anniversary was also a school reunion, so I had some men from the class of '76 next to me who were more interested in catching-up than watching the show.
Saturday, I wandered around my neighbourhood for the community yard sale but decided the last thing I needed was someone else’s junk. This was not Antiques Road Show material. Later, to satisfy my itch to buy something, I went downtown and purchased a replica of a French chocolate jug plus a couple of other things to stimulate the economy. I wish I’d bought a genuine chocolate jug when I saw it at the Harbourfront Antique Market in the ‘80s but I doubt if I could have afforded the original at that time.
That night we gave into a whim and synched the DVD of The Wizard of Oz with Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon. Apparently the sound effects mesh perfectly with the movie, but I think this was invented by somebody who was too high and had too much time on their hands. I think in the right hands Raffi or Tom Jones’ Greatest Hits would have worked equally well.
Speaking of too much time on one’s hands, I took some pictures of my reflection in the back door. Contrary to my post a couple of days ago about colour, I’m wearing subdued tones. I’m getting as big as my 17-foot-wide house. Something must be done. You also get a good view of my forehead wrinkle. Like a can-opener’s been taken to my head.
Sunday I slept in for the first time in about 2 years for some much needed beauty sleep. Later, more boosting of the economy. Hot dogs for dinner. Then while ironing Señor Pup’s shirts I watched the film Paris Je T’aime and got my Sergio Castellitto fix. No shirts were burned during this 10 minutes.
Today, I just got back from spending 2½ hours in the dentist’s chair. Apparently I need a retainer on my 46-year-old teeth. I had 14 x-rays, multiple pictures taken with retractors and without -that wasn’t pretty. Impressions were taken of my teeth with that clobbery substance. Gag! I had a skull x-ray taken. They listened to my jaws click with an electronic monitor and measured my nasal air output. Holy Cow! Tomorrow I’ve got to go back so they can measure how I walk. What?!! Maybe I should find a sash from a beauty pageant.
This is way too much information out me. Must stop.