Life's a Stitch

Some of you will remember that satirical David Frost news show, circa 1964, one of my dad's favourites. This will be one of those minutiae of life posts, a genre I generally don't appreciate, so popular on social media sites such as Facebook. But it was an interesting week, to me at least. 

Monday: after a fun weekend with Blogless Marsha and D, I  was anxious, as in nervous, to attend my first meeting of the local art society, having been admitted while we were away last fall. There was a painting challenge with food being the subject. There were maybe 75 people present and about 25 entries. Long story short (all the better when having to endure another's minutiae) I won second prize for my olive painting. The cash prize will go toward a fancy brush. 

Tuesday we worked a 14 hour day on set of another greeting card company's Christmas movie. I think I read that they produce 17 new Christmas movies per year. Once again C and I were hired as artists to display our wares in a craft fair scene. There were plenty of soap suds snow squalls and truckloads of real snow shovelled about. I felt bad for those production assistants, whose job it was to shovel snow all day. They worked us hard, too, 12 hours on our feet. It was fun, though, reuniting with seven of the eight artists from last year's film shoot.

Wednesday was my birthday, a write off. We retired folk were wiped out after a 14 hour work day. I took a rain check until Thursday.

Thursday: C, the reluctant geocacher, accompanied me to a nearby park in our new neighbourhood for the obligatory birthday geocaching expedition.

Dinner was crab night at the local pub, with C, B, and Footloose (our boarder from our last house), a bargain at $12.99 each. 

Friday morning was my biennial mammogram. New to this health region, it was my first experience at this particular clinic. At the point when they asked me to grab the handle and turn my head to the right, I noticed the quilt on the wall, the perfect distraction:

Saturday started with a dental appointment at 7:30 a.m. followed by breakfast at a friend's new condo. Then it was a painting day with my instructor back in North Vancouver followed by a delicious birthday dinner at my friend Lynn's, complete with my favourite Boston Cream Pie.

That was the week that was.