Yay for the Theatre

It's a sunny day so far at the farmette. Cool at 13C. I could smell autumn in the air as I stepped out in my sweatshirt (!) this morning to check the rain gauge. We got less than a tenth of an inch, but that's okay. We've had plenty lately.

Over less than a week, I've been thrilled to go to not one, but two live theatre productions!

On the 16th, Rob and I took a wee trip down to Blyth for my birthday (which was on the 15th) with lunch at the Cowbell Brewery and a matinee at the community hall. Amazing that it's only about an hour away from the farmette.

The food, as usual, was scrumptious. Serendipity stepped in as I recognized one of my favourite clients from my freelance writing business, Ashley Honsberger. She's smart, kind, funny, with a strong work ethic, so we got along fabulously for a few years. She and her husband Nathan were doing a bit of a 'staycation', stopping for lunch at the restaurant on their way around this neck of the woods. They were supposed to be in Newfoundland for a real vacation, but with the flight attendant strike looming, they cancelled ahead of time. A bit disappointing, but they seemed pretty happy, nonetheless.

The show was called Powers and Gloria, and it was first produced twenty years ago. The story is about a crotchety old business leader in a small town (Powers) who has to engage a stroppy personal support worker (Gloria) after he has a stroke. Through the play, they each learn a lot about one another and themselves. The acting was fabulous, and we found out that the older guy played the young swain (Gloria's boyfriend) in the original version. Nice continuity.

This past Thursday, Sandy and I drove the Miata (celebrating its 35th birthday) to Stratford to celebrate her 60th birthday. Which was actually yesterday. We are exactly two years and eight days apart, with me being the, ahem, older sister. Lunch at the Bluebird restaurant was stellar and Dirty Rotten Scoundrels was amazing.

Our seats were so close, we could see the actors' spit as they enunciated their lines. There was vaudevillian-esque music, high kick dancing and hijinks, with lots of slapstick. Definitely recommend this one if you need some belly laughs.

At our age, who needs more stuff, when we can celebrate by going to the theatre, right? So lucky to be able to attend live performances not very far from home. Until next week.

Gratuitous cat photo courtesy of Calvin - all 20+ pounds of him - who has taken to napping on Rob's left hand while he's at the computer.