Quiet
Summer came and went and I didn't really write anything about it. Plenty of things happened though so here's a recap of July and August written at the end of September:
July started with the delightful chamber music festival. It was a hot and steamy week and the home of the festival, Westminster United, doesn't have air conditioning, but there's ice cream across the street.
My parents went to Europe for three and a half weeks and Vancouver for five days, so I got to take care of their house and my garden through one of the hottest summers I remember. As a result, there were more tomatoes and cucumbers than I could possibly eat and I ended up with two giant bags of frozen beans.
Also while my parents were away was the Regina Folk Festival. I didn't take in quite as much of the daytime programming as normal because of the insane heat (+42 is too much for me) but was awed by the force of nature that is Tanya Tagaq, impressed by Bruce Cockburn, and happily exhausted by Michael Franti. Maybe my favorite act was DakhaBrakha. They are a quartet out of Ukraine who wore traditional costumes, but definitely didn't play traditional music.
Other musical highlights included Too Many Zooz, Echo Nebraska, and the summer concert series at the four Market Under the Stars events including some of my favorites like Kara Golemba, Bears in Hazenmore, Nick Faye, and Megan Nash.
My favorite piece of the summer though was going to a house concert Julia McDougall put on. It was a cool and gray evening filled with wonderful music and good company and Julia even sang a song about her grandmother just for me. It was sad and sweet and somehow lifted my spirits like having ice cream on a snowy winter day.
Lastly, since some of my married friends seem to have an unreasonable interest in the personal life of single people, some news on the (non)dating front. I asked someone out and she didn't say no. She also didn't say yes. She's a cute, friendly, and probably too young woman who attends the farmers' market regularly and she told me she'd think about it and let me know at a future market. I haven't seen her at market since then, but it still feels good to have asked even if nothing ever comes of it.
July started with the delightful chamber music festival. It was a hot and steamy week and the home of the festival, Westminster United, doesn't have air conditioning, but there's ice cream across the street.
My parents went to Europe for three and a half weeks and Vancouver for five days, so I got to take care of their house and my garden through one of the hottest summers I remember. As a result, there were more tomatoes and cucumbers than I could possibly eat and I ended up with two giant bags of frozen beans.
Also while my parents were away was the Regina Folk Festival. I didn't take in quite as much of the daytime programming as normal because of the insane heat (+42 is too much for me) but was awed by the force of nature that is Tanya Tagaq, impressed by Bruce Cockburn, and happily exhausted by Michael Franti. Maybe my favorite act was DakhaBrakha. They are a quartet out of Ukraine who wore traditional costumes, but definitely didn't play traditional music.
Other musical highlights included Too Many Zooz, Echo Nebraska, and the summer concert series at the four Market Under the Stars events including some of my favorites like Kara Golemba, Bears in Hazenmore, Nick Faye, and Megan Nash.
My favorite piece of the summer though was going to a house concert Julia McDougall put on. It was a cool and gray evening filled with wonderful music and good company and Julia even sang a song about her grandmother just for me. It was sad and sweet and somehow lifted my spirits like having ice cream on a snowy winter day.
Lastly, since some of my married friends seem to have an unreasonable interest in the personal life of single people, some news on the (non)dating front. I asked someone out and she didn't say no. She also didn't say yes. She's a cute, friendly, and probably too young woman who attends the farmers' market regularly and she told me she'd think about it and let me know at a future market. I haven't seen her at market since then, but it still feels good to have asked even if nothing ever comes of it.
