Odd Mix's Weekend Words Challenge: This week's words? Dream and Dare. I did both in the one image, again, kind of, I guess.
Y'know, you might think I was chintzing by always doing both words in the same picture, but that's how it happens.
Yesterday, Josie and Steve and I went to see
the Rizdales matinée show at the Cameron House.
There's so much behind these pictures.
Let's go back forever. The Cameron House is an institution here in Toronto. I went there when I still lived in Buffalo. I went there with Steve often early in our relationship, then consistently for a good part of it; on the Sunday before Josephine was born, we were there with her kicking away inside. Then, well, over the last two and a half years, not so much. The baby thing, then the toddler thing, and the tired thing, and the babysitter thing, and the it's a nice day why spend it at a bar thing. A few weeks ago, on the spur of the moment, we stopped in with Josie on the way home from a friend's house, and she loved it. She danced like crazy, and had a blast - we stayed for just a few songs, and she fell asleep that night with her toes tapping.
What else is behind that picture? Our old friends. Brad, the guitar player, was there the day I met Steve. Mark, the drummer is one of Steve's oldest (in the long term sense) and best friends. Rob, the bass player, was someone I'd met even before I knew Steve, and then found out they knew each other too. Together and separately, they've been in bands Steve and I have been going to see throughout all the time we've been together. They are all great guys, who we don't seem to see enough of, due to the work thing, the baby thing, then the toddler thing and the tired thing and the busy thing.
What ELSE? Tom and Tara are rather new friends for us (as in three or so years, not ten or more), and they are lovely. And they are expecting a baby in October. We are so happy for them - and us - yet another contender for Josie's hand! Dinner talk was all about baby stuff. Of course it had to be. And by the way, when the fairy godmothers were handing out gifts, Tara was blessed with looks, talent, and so much gosh darn niceness that I don't think it's fair. Does anyone know where I can register my disappointment with my own deficits in relation to her glowing wonderfulness?
What else? It's an excuse for Josie to wear her sparkly pink cowgirl boots. I even put on a vintage summer dress. Steve looked fine. We made a DARN cute family. When we found out we had a little Josephine, we couldn't help but fantasize about days like this - fun in the yard, friends over, you know - the good life. Good food, friends and fun. This was IT for us - what we aspired to.
What else? Smoke-free bars, early shows and quieter matinée shows like this one mean that Josephine will grow up dancing with her daddy - and just as in the picture below, (which is really the better submission for this challenge), my eyes will blur and the room will grow rosy and my heart will sing along with the band as the little dream we dared to have two-steps with the guy that loves us both more than anyone else ever will.
