"Cowardice asks the question...is it safe? Expediency asks the question...is it politic? Vanity asks the question...is it popular? But conscience asks the question...is it right? And there comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular but one must take it because it is right." ~Dr. Martin Luther King

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Market Rating

The market was fantastic, the rain held and everyone was having a great time.

Once you've had Snowden Farm's meat pies its hard to go back to anything else.

We find 35-40 minutes at 375 is perfect.

Which kind did you get?

We stock up on the Steak and Guiness, and of course the Beef and Chardonay as John named it after our daughter Charlotte.

The pasta sauce and meatballs are also excellent, but a must is his sausage rolls, the combination of the pastry and the beef is excellent.

We've tried both flank steak in our slow cooker and it makes the most excellent pulled beef, of course he also sells his own too which is what we're having for dinner.


I had steak and onion......Mmmmm ........ mm .......mm.

The strawberries didn't even need sugar. Though I'm sure the juice would have been the perfect elixir.

Oh My God, there goes my diet again.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Beautiful Music

By my standards, if it brings tears to my eyes,or lifts my spirits, then it is superlative.

Memories from the musical Cats and Don't Cry for Me Argentina are in the first category.

I heard a few weeks ago, Andrew Lloyd Weber has been diagnosed with cancer. I find myself thinking of him and hoping he is making progress..

He can't be much more than fifty years old .It's hard to comprehend how one person can be responsible for so much that is so beautiful.What a gift.

Books are important. Art and sculpture too. But in terms of a universal infusion of joy, nothing comes close to music and a beautiful singing voice.

Second would have to be the ability to make people laugh.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

A Dinner Date

Adam and I had dinner together last night. His treat. I wore the earrings and necklace he bought me for Christmas and a red jacket to match.

He wore his sports jacket and black sweater. He's a cool dude.

We don't go out together as often as we used to.

Last night, Mum and Dad were at a barbecue to celebrate the success of the tournament.

Keenan and Robyn went up north to be with Grampa and Aunt Jill and her family. Grampa is missing Margaret terribly and the family gather around when they can.

Aaron was working.

So Adam was free to be with me. He had the game to watch after with a beer in his hand and nobody to tell him he couldn't have another one.

I thought about some of our times together. When he was small enough to sit on the steering wheel with his legs through the spokes.

When we played pat-a-cake. and impsey- wimpsey spider. His style of eating an ice cream cone. He simply dropped his face into it.

Later,when he was about four, I took him to Baskin and Robins and let him choose. I was never quick enough to stop him from getting away from me after. There was a games arcade a few doors up and he was gone in a flash making a beeline for the next excitement.

I always had to solicit the help of whoever was on staff to get him out of that place.

I thought I might stay with him last night. But Heather assured me he would be fine. He likes to be by himself, she said.

Every now and again, she comes home and everybody is accounted for except Adam. Nobody notices when he went or how long he's been gone.

He has a cell phone and answers it. But always manages to be cagey about where he is at. so that if anyone thinks of seeking him out, they won't know where to look.

They live close to the Mall and of course Yonge Street. There are lots of stores that interest him.

Pizza shops where he can buy a slice and a pop. He can go where he wants instead of tagging along where other people want to go.

Well, he's twenty-four years old now. We just have a hard time getting used to that.