This is a set of ‘moving pictures’ taken from our car as we drove through Perth County July 28 on a day trip to Stratford.
Took a stroll through Kensington Market this past week. The last I was there was early last March to do a feature at the Secret Handshake Gallery. Then the pandemic shutdown took over. I was dismayed at the number fo closures but many of these merchants were already being squeezed out before covid. It’s becoming a hive of pot dispensaries.
Picture Perfect 54
In the morning Dan rolled his suitcase out to the back of his rental SUV. Baxter, then Roberto were piling their bags beside the trunk of Baxter’s compact car. Baxter had insisted on the sporty two-seater for himself because he doing a lot of running around.
“You’ll have no trouble finding space for that.” Baxter said looking from his car to Dan’s.
Both he and Roberto had two large suitcases.
“Can’t you load some of that in the remote truck?” Dan said.
“I suppose I could but …” he nodded at Glaucia. “She has another suitcase yet to come.”
Glaucia stood at her cabin door nodding at him with her white beats headphones firm in place.
“I can take a hint.” Dan laughed. “If you wanted to swap cars why not come right out and say so. Oh, I forgot, asking is not your style. Let me just my crap out of the front seat.” He checked to make sure there was nothing of his in the glove compartment or under the seat. “You can have the Hippo Dog sticks.” he said giving the keys to Baxter.
“Thanks.” Baxter said.
Dan fit his suitcase into the trunk of the smaller car, then put his shoulder bag on the passenger seat.“Pays to travel light.” he said to Baxter.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Baxter said as he heaved the first of the suitcases into the back of the bigger car.
Dan surveyed the dashboard of the car. He’d driven it once already. It had all the latest electronic stuff they could squeeze into a car and keep it affordable. As he pulled out of the parking lot the built in GPS asked:
“Stellerton. Nova Scotia.” He said.
“Follow route 2. You will need gas in an hour. Next comfort stop is …”
“Thank you.” He found the control for turning the GPS voice off. He left the map portion turned on so he could see how far along he was on the route he had opted for which he was sure the GPS would argue with him about. Sometimes going ‘the wrong way’ got him to where he was supposed to be.
Then he went into the Waterside diner for breakfast. His was already on table where he usually sat.
“I told George you’d have the usual.” Stephanie said. “Hope you don’t mind? Saves time.”
“Fine,” Dan said sitting at his spot. The toast was still warm. “It’s going to hard leaving these perfect breakfasts behind.” He said to George as George put a plate of bacon and eggs in front of him.
“It’s going to hard not racking up these tips.” George said. “You’ll be back?”
“Maybe.” Stephanie said. “We may want to do some pick up shots, as they say. Never know what information may lead us back here.”
‘There’s always the Circus Museum.” Dan said. “I think it would be an ideal spot for an interview.”
“Or a birthday party.” Baxter said. “Maybe we’ll have the wrap party there once the shoot is done.”
“We best get going,” Roberto said. “That storm looks like it’s going be rolling in soon.”
“So no one’s coming with me.” Dan asked?
“No,” Baxter answered. “She’ll be driving with me and Roberto.”
“Then I’ll be on my own?” Dan said. “Cool. I can turn the radio up as loud as I want.”
He went back to his cabin to use the bathroom one last time. As he had officially checked out he asked George.
“Is the old Conner route still being used?”
“Oh yeah. That Trans Canada by passed a passel of places along the shore there. Not as well kept as the Trans but good enough. Make sure got a full tank o’gas before you head along there. No comfort stations.”
The Conner would take an hour longer so it was avoided by the transfer semi’s that hogged the Trans Canada. His Dad hated those monsters and so did he. The less stress driving was the better. The fewer comfort stops the better too. That would mean more scenery and glimpses of the ocean.
The rain didn’t start until he turned east at Shediac. Seemed fitting that as he got closer to the Strait that the sea should rise up to meet him. When was the last time he’d thought that phrase? It was one his Dad would use in really heavy rain. He stopped to fill the gas tank. This stretch of highway was seeing more use thanks to the Confederation Bridge. He was tempted by the signs pointing the way to the bridge. Maybe if it wasn’t raining so heavily he’d be tempted. Something for after the shoot or next summer.
At Port Elgin he crossed the Gaspereau River, was spun round on an unexpected highway round about, lost his sense of direction in the rain but managed to head in the right direction to stop at The Proud Tartan Bar and Grill for lunch. The place had wifi. First thing he checked was the weather report.
“Storm’s not going to stop soon.” The waitress said. “I can tell you that. Rather my left knee can tell you that.”
“I was afraid of that, Hazel.” Dan glanced at her name tag then the menu. “What would to recommend.”
“Good time of year for the speckled trout. Can’t go wrong with the burger either. Local beef. Ground fresh here.”
“Dig your own spuds for the fries too I suppose.”
“Yeah,” she laughed. “But no, though they are … hand-crafted by our skilled chefs.”
“Burger appeals. Fries too.”
“Want a Kiefers to go with that. Local micro-brewery.”
“Sure why not.”
He was the only customer in the restaurant. His table give a decent view of the river across the street. The sky darkened even more and a crack of lightening illuminated the other shore. Heavy fall of rain followed. He could hear it on the roof of the bar. Soon he couldn’t see past the parking lot.
“Roof is solid,” Hazel said as she put his beer on table along with a schooner glass.
He tipped the bottle to pour it into the glass and was amazed as the deep red of the brew.
“I love to see that look.” she said. “This is the one beer we always let the customer pour. Gently now, so there’s not too much head.”
Dan did as directed. He took a sip.
“Strawberry?” he said.
“Right again. This is the end of their summer brews. The other is … ”
Hazel brought his burger. “Hope you don’t mind the onion roll.” she said as she put it on the table. “None of t’other.”
“It’ll be fine.” another one of these too. He tapped the Keifers bottle.
“Two’s the limit you know” she laughed. “Unless to got designated driver.”
“This storm keeps up and …”
There was another flash of lightening followed by a deep rumbled of thunder. The lights in the bar flickered off for a minute then came back on.
“That can’t be good.” Dan said.
“Nope. I’ll check the TV and see what I can find out.”
There were no more electrical problems while Dan ate his burger. He declined a third beer though.
“If you’re fixing to stay the night you best get your kit from your car. You’ll have your choice of rooms here.”
“B’n’B upstairs. We don’t put the sign out until the season really starts.”
“Thanks.” Dan said. He paid for his lunch and added an equal amount as tip. Quintex would be paying so he could afford to be generous.
“Much appreciated Mr. James. I’ll get Joe to get room … 101 ready for you.”
“You don’t think I cooked that hamburger for you.”
He went out to the the covered porch of the Proud Tartan. Did he really want to get his suitcase? The rain was so heavy Dan couldn’t see across the street. The wind was shaking the flag poles along the parking lot.
“Here.” Hazel gave him a heavy rain poncho. “You’ll have get your own luggage.”
He dashed out to the car to get his suitcase. His jeans & shoes were soaked by the time he got back.
“Don’t remember it raining this hard since I was a boy.” He sat at a table to take off his wet shoes.“Hurricane Francis, I think.”
“You from a round these parts?” Hazel handed him a towel.
“Yes. Grew up on the Cape. New Waterford.”
“Francis was some storm. Waves washed cars off the Causeway that year.”
Dan’s cell rang.
“I better answer this. It could be my crew wondering where I am.”
“Hello.” It was Stephanie. “What … I’m okay … Baxter had Roberto and Glaucia with him. That’s right he took the SUV I had been driving … Right now I am at …” he looked to Hazel “What’s the b’n’b called?”
“Tartan Beds at the Proud Tartan. It’s in Port Elgin. It’s as far as I got before the sea rushed up to meet me … okay … I’ll let you know when I’m heading out of here but I don’t expect it will be until morning.”
“Yeah.” Dan walked to the front window to look out at the storm. The wind was whipping the various flags around. “The car my boss Baxter was driving lost traction on the highway and flipped. He’s been taken to a hospital in Halifax. He had two other passengers. They aren’t sure if they’ll survive.”
“You were close to these people?”
“I hardly really knew them. I didn’t know Baxter until a few months ago. I liked them if that’s what you are asking. Close? No.”
His cell rang again. “Sorry.”
This time it was Peter. “I’m alright. … no I wasn’t in the car … you tell Sanjay everything is okay … yeah I’m sure he’s concerned … no I don’t know how this will affect the shoot but trust me Baxter will make the most of it. … yes, I’ll … okay … bye.” He put his phone on the table. “My house sitter. News report was that a TV film crew from Toronto was in traffic accident. He was sure I was dead.”
“Room’s ready.” A grizzled man in an apron tossed a key on the table.
“Thanks Joe.” Hazel said.
“I’m going to up to my room and slip into some dry clothes.” Dan pushed himself up from the table.
Halfway up the stairs there was a loud crash from outside & the power went out.
“First door on your left, Mr. James.” Hazel called up to him. “First door on your left.”
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Picture Perfect is moving along nicely with 48 sections, just over 73,000 words posted so far with about 116,000 words to be edited & then posted. Editing it is fun &though I recollect most of the plot I am getting to expand somethings & fill in others. I need a cheat sheet of names at all times though.
In this has been the year of the pandemic, I never expected to be living in a scifi movie. The threat is real but the stress comes from not knowing when or if it might strike me. I take all the precautions, masks, hand washing & social distancing – which have all proved to be enough so far. Zoom has become one of my best friends 🙂
Getting to AA meetings is simple & no having to deal with winter wear has been an additional plus. Members there frequently mention how they miss all the face-to-face contact but you know I’m indifferent to it. I have never been one for social gathering , of any sort, of more than four or five people. Another bonus is this lack of social contact has resulted in no colds or flu, so far, this winter. I’ve quickly embraced face masks & have amassed a nice collection with fun patterns. a few solid colours, that allow me to feel less medical when I put one on. One way of making masks work is to make them fashion. But I’m not enjoying the realization that going to the store for a loaf of bread is actually playing Russian roulette without knowing who is holding the gun.
My 2020 plans for Capturing Fire in Washington never materialized & I doubt if I’ll be visiting the US, or anywhere else, even in Canada, until 2022. With the travel industry decimated even in country travel will be a challenge. No boats, trains, buses or airplanes to the Maritimes might bring back the car 🙂 It isn’t clear what will happen with the Stratford Festive, they have planned a season but social distancing requirements may scuttle it even if the vaccine roll out goes well. Maybe one will need a proof of vaccine to get in to see a show? Maybe a return to classical Greek theatre style where all the performers wore masks?
that rain is wet
comes as no surprise
it’s just that sometimes
I’m bored of the rain
tired of its endless fall
the sound of the drop
the feel of it on my skin
I mean life
not that life is wet
but it’s just that sometimes
I’m weary of it all
even more so these covid days
I’ve dodged that bullet
as the numbers of infected
go up & up
I’m not yet in that number
I say a prayer of gratitude
but I’m tired of dodging that bullet
to go the the store
to walk down the street
peeved by walking into on coming traffic
to create social distance
between me and others
on sidewalks narrowed by patios
I’m weary of the worry
of the avoidance
of the feel survivor’s guilt
have you seen my umbrella
Stratford photos taken a day trip earlier in 2020.
for more about the trip & more photos see Stratford Protocol https://topoet.ca/2020/07/24/stratford-protocol/
Earlier this week we took a day trip to Stratford. This is the first summer in decades I haven’t seen show there, & the first time since the 50’s my partner hasn’t seen a show there. Neither have never been there when they wasn’t a show running. Unlike out usual visits there we didn’t have to pack as much in the way of snacks & fluids 🙂
With most of the province inching into phase 3 I was curious to see just what that meant outside of the golden horseshoe. We left later than usual, no rush to get there for 2 pm curtain. The weather was perfect. The traffic was the usual with slowdowns outside of Kitchener. Our first stop was the Tim’s at the edge of Cambridge.
Masks on & in we went. No seating but washrooms were open, on request, one person at a time. Follow the arrows to the exit please. Staff masked & gloved. Coffee up to their standards. From there we took the New Dundee Road though New Dundee, Haysville & on to Shakespeare, This was the only major slowdown for highway work being done on the intersection there. 30 mins while road-plows plowed the road. It seems university guys aren’t doing construction this year to pay their tuition 😦
It was worth the wait for our next stop: the Pie Shop. There we bought chicken pot pies, lemon tarts & other nutritious snacks. On to Stratford for lunch at Features.
Yes Features was open for ‘take-out’ only. But they had patio tables set up & brought your order to your table. The town had more people than expected wandering in & out of the fudge stores. But the Festival theatres were all shut down even the gift shops. With so little tourist traffic the town opted not to do any gardening along sidewalks etc.
We did drive around to see the new Theatre. The rush for opening has allowed them to take their time with landscaping. The lots was fenced off so I didn’t get any real close up photos. People in paddle boats on the Avon was out matinee performance 🙂
Drive home was good. Road workers on lunch break as we passed through Shakespeare. One last stop at the Pork Shop for their excellent pulled pork. Home by 4:30. exhausted by all that sitting, taking photos & enjoying the scenery? Maybe we’ll hit Niagara-on-the-Lake for an August day trip. A big maybe because there isn’t even a favorite restaurant we miss there.
Actually it’s probably 105 days of ‘lockdown’ which has loosened somewhat this past week even here in Toronto. I can tell by the amount of traffic on the streets both vehicular & pedestrian. The shift to more masking has seen an uptick, as is masks litter. Though I haven’t seen much ‘corporate’ branded masking. No McMask Meals yet. But I predict they’ll take the place of baseball caps & t-shirts as give-away promotional items. What would you prefer another notepad or a mask?
No covid immunity breakthroughs, not that I expected one this soon. We’re learning how to keep it from killing people but that’s small consolation. One way to boost the immune system is to stop reading/listening to all the contradictory news. It is clear that travel for pleasure will be restricted to the wealthy, if it happens at all. No DC visits in my future 😦
The US has decided the economy is more important than health – well, that’s always been the case – profits trump everything. Maybe there’s more money to be made in ventilators or letting people die, than in keeping them safe. As they say follow the money – if there was no profit in poverty there’d be no poverty. Treatment is more profitable than cure. What are funeral costs like these days?
In my walks around the neighbourhood I see more dusty stuff at the curb. The result of social isolation covid cleaning frenzies. By stuff I mean old dressers, old upright pianos – big items clearly dragged up out of basements or down from attics. Many of which I’m sure are gone before garbage pick up. I know stuff I’ve ‘curbed’ has been gone within hours. Thanks to covid my house weighs at least 1000 pounds less.
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a pause of pigeons
a feeding of ducks & geese Stratford, Ontario
a mist of pigeons
a waddle of geese Stratford, Ontario
unhappy in pink at Toronto zoo
a party of pigeons
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Get Off The Pot
there is a time & place
because this a time for nothing
a time to do nothing
to save nothing
this isn’t that rainy day
this isn’t when
the cows come home
when the crows roost
so stop waiting
for those eggs to hatch
no matter what you have on your hands
this is not the time or place
to save stitches
to waste your breath
or make yet more excuses
no more chances
there is no grace period
it’s not now nor never
neither suits me fine
there is no better time
for doing nothing
Doing nothing is a difficult concept in a culture geared to productivity. Being idle is seen as a waste of time, or as being lazy. Time off time doesn’t really exist when one has laundry to do, a house to clean, a yard to rake, children to look after, pets to tend to, boxsets of hit TV shows to binge watch. When we are deprived of distractions we panic.
What do you do in your ‘spare time?’ Plan a vacation check flights & hotels so you can get away from your routine & do nothing? When you get there is a rush from museum to restaurant – hiking trails – or finding a quiet spot in a park & sitting there breathing 🙂 Doing nothing is hard work/
I have been trying to break some of my busy habits. One step was to stop carting my iPod around with me whenever I left the house. My life had a sound track that never seemed to stop. A sound track that became a buffer between me & what was actually around me. If I ran into friends while on my walk I would be miffed that I’d have to turn off my iPod to listen to them. Or think – don’t they see I’m busy listening.
I recently stopped reading when I take a pee – I didn’t want to piss away those previous moments when I could be reading a few pages of some vitally important book. Why not do one thing at time, right. Enjoy the flow of the moment 🙂
I am not yet at the point where I can do nothing though. The closest I get is on my walks but even those have extra layers: eyes opened for photos, mulling over blog posts, wondering what to cook for dinner on the weekend. I think one of the reasons for my routines is so I can think less. I essential know what I’m going to serve every day for dinner – variations on the same things. i.e. Monday is always rice with veggies, steamed cabbage & steamed salmon. Herbs & spices for the rice will change from week to week.
One of the Artist’s Way tasks was to listen to a side of an lp. To just listen to it without doing anything else. Sit there & do nothing but listen. Let the music be music not background, not inspiration, memory cue or even meditation. It was a challenge. Are you up to it?
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