We've had frigid temperatures lately. On my way home, Tuesday, the sunset was lovely, and it was a balmy -8 C.!
Everyone is doing a calendar! Mine is a little more traditional!
The turkeys and the deer have been visiting.
The trailcam has been set up where I spotted some mouse tracks. Sadly, I didn't get them on video! They didn't come back.
I dodged a bullet. I'd been examining the bird bath heater, and accidentally unplugged it a bit. It was beginning to freeze over.
This is a yearling, just after I refilled the birdbath with snow, who spotted our fake tree. I chucked it out. He knew it was new in the yard and had to inspect it!
Hooper likes bird watching.
Finally, Daisy came for a brief walk with me. This is the first time since she fried her tongue chewing the Christmas tree lights. Her eye infection is almost better, as well. I'm still applying ointment.
I really enjoyed reading this Canadian book. Canada Council for the Arts, and the Ontario Arts Council, helped fund it. Goddard had support from the Glenn Gould estate, as well. It is important to me to read about Canadian artists. Many are overshadowed by US artists, or our Canucks become US-based. I won't name them, but you get my drift.
There is much to learn about Glenn Gould, aside from books previously written, which cover his recordings, or his performances. He was a quirky genius, to say the least. He spelled Glenn with 3 Ns! He did more than just play piano. He was a germaphobe.
Peter Goddard, a music critic I read frequently in the Toronto Star newspaper, dug up some new information to add to the quirkiness. Gould, Goddard, and I, experienced downtown Toronto as our stomping grounds. I visited the old CBC studio back in the 70s, where Gould did much work.
Known for his Goldberg Variations, Gould was an internationally known, well-travelled pianist. He was an unsettled man, he began a career as a radio innovator.
During the early 60s, Gould performed and lectured extensively, until, without any fanfare, Gould made his last public appearance as a pianist in Orchestra Hall, Chicago, on March 28, 1964.
His radio shows were amazing, as demonstrated by excerpts in the book, his interests included Sci-fi, and the Beatles! When his mother died, in 1975, he appeared to demonstrate mental health issues, and was prescribed medications. He had a stroke in September, the first of several, prior to his death in October, 1982.
The book includes a timeline of his life, many credited photos, various tours, concert and recording dates. I really enjoyed reading it!
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There is a Glenn Gould Park in Toronto (St. Clair Ave. & Ave. Rd.) .
The left red button on the map is Glenn Gould Park. The one further east, along St. Clair, is his apartment building back in the 50s. I grew up in the 50s, on Walker Ave.
As I work out in the morning, I can watch news, talk shows, or W Network movies. Since the three news networks I watch (CBCNN, CTVNN, CNN) will all cover one US press conference, I often resort to the chick flicks. Currently, they are sappy Christmas movies!
This one, I realized, was filmed in near-by Almonte. I recognized the scenery. In fact, I've been taking photos of the hydro plant refurbishment for a couple of years!
There are several places that we frequent.
L. G. and Sons store. (Mr. Lee, of Lee Valley, died recently.) They filmed in his lovely new store.
El Postino's cafe is in the building in the background, a former post office!
My blogger buddy just responded to a tag-you're-it post. The prompt is to reply to 6 Things That Make Me Happy. I think that happiness is far less something you depend upon from external forces than a choice to appreciate what is in the here and now. What is... simply is. We must accept it deal with it, and no longer hunger for the past, or for the what ifs, if onlys, or the things that add little to our lives.
Despite our trials and tribulations in 2017, I am very lucky to live where I am, and with my dear hubby.
The cats love the sunshine. This was an overexposed colour shot that went horribly awry, or artistic?! She is getting better, she had cream for the first time since she scorched her tongue (Dec. 19. My poor Daisy. This is a good sign.
Meantime, we had 12 deer, with one young buck. This photo is out our kitchen window.
No sign of Tigger. :'(
The poor turkeys are swimming through the snow! This was out my front window. They like the job JB did on the driveway!
Sledders have been crossing the properties of many suburban Perth residents. One has resorted to signage to keep them off. They whiz about and trespass to avoid obstacles, like trees and ditches. They are noisy, smelly machines, too.
