Friday, September 5, 2014

not being Angie and Brad

Just turned on my A.C. for only the second time this summer - it's supposed to go to 33 today. Very muggy. What a strange time! Nothing to do with global warming, of course.

And now I am officially feeling very ugly and very, very poor. Just bought - yes, I confess - "Hello Canada" for the first time (I think.) (As I recall.) To see pictures of Brad and Angie and her amazing wedding dress with the children's doodles hand-embroidered all over. Two gorgeous parents and their absolutely gorgeous children and their million acre private estate and vineyard in Provence. No, I'm not jealous, not one bit, just because they're happy and talented and smart and productive and caring and beautiful and in love and and wealthy and living in the most beautiful place on earth - who'd want their crazy life?!

Sigh.

Here is the beautiful view from my 'hood - Parliament and Gerrard. Not quite Provence, but I'll take it.
Now getting ready for the Cabbagetown Festival tomorrow - a favourite event, jam-packed with activities including the Short Film Festival which I'm going to tonight, a series of international films under 12 minutes long. Tomorrow at dawn, we're getting ready for the usual garage sale. Yesterday my friend Debra came over to help me go through my wardrobe and get rid of all my second-hand bargains which just aren't right for me. There are quite a few, as you can see.
First work event last night - the annual gathering of the Continuing Studies professors at U of T, for wine and dinner and reconnection. Much appreciated, all the effort that goes into these events. And the food is great. Perhaps not quite as good as the food at Brad and Angie's wedding prepared by their personal chef. But good.

PS I marvel at this speedy new world - I put a new photo on my Facebook page a few hours ago, and within minutes comments were coming in from friends near and far, including people I haven't seen for years. I like it. I wouldn't like it if nude photos of me suddenly appeared on the web - but luckily it has never occurred to me to photograph myself in the nude, so there's one less thing to worry about.

4 comments:

  1. I think you have an admirable life and that other colossal fairy tale is kind of absurd, no matter how good its characters might be in heart and intention. Think of how satisfying it is to eat your son's good cooking and to find cashmere sweaters with some "experience". More people live like us than them. And thank goodness for that.

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  2. OH I do know this, Theresa. I wouldn't trade my life for anything on earth, even Brad Pitt and his chateau. But I also truly enjoyed buying that magazine and looking at the pictures, like a fairy tale, these amazing people with all their children in the south of France ... so crazy. At least they do some good in the world and are very nice to look at, and provide respite from the heart-wrenching stuff we usually see. So I enjoy a little escape into fantasy once in a while.

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  3. And remember, Beth, Angelina has no breasts thanks to breast cancer. You are in better health. Therefore you are richer.
    Lani

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  4. Dear Lan, dear friends, I am really not feeling badly that I'm not Angie or Brad, thank you for your loving concern. I do not feel in the slightest diminished by the brightness of their star, pretend though I do for dramatic effect. And incidentally, Lan, Angie didn't have breast cancer, just the genes that might predispose her, so she was proactive and very brave. I admire them and love to look at them, I do not for one second want to be them.

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