Chez PLJ

(More about the animal show at the Co-op. —L)

Do you like to see the animal show? Yes I do! There was a bajer and an owel her name was dr. who, and there was a snake. A snake goes ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss I am about to see the animal show. My faivert animal is a snake because the snake goes ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.

Jon

Naaah, just kidding, we’re still getting a dog. But because of our slovenliness, this story from the BBC does give us pause. Read “everything that ends up on the floor” for “chip” and you’ll know why I’m concerned….

We have swimming pool on Tuesday. I like to go swimming. I go to the duck pond when I go swimming. I have to bring my swim suit to school. I did my reading homework last night.

(At Mountain Equipment Co-op they had Kid’s Day, with face painting and an animal show. The next day was Word on the Street at Queen’s Park. —L)

I was getting a face paintting as spider man. Before I went on the subway I took an elevator. I love to go on the subway. It’s alot of fun. The doors opening went Bing and the doors closing went Bing Bing Bing. And then we were off all the way to the book fair Mom and dad bought me a flue books. then I went home.

Jon

Christine, fresh from a 2.25 hour performance, said she looks like a freakazoid in this photo.

Well, it’s been a looong summer, and we got out on our first time-together-away-from-Jon time last night, thanks to Grandma. And Christine Lavin (in concert at Hugh’s Room) made for a terrific break.

We’ve been Lavin fans for years, and I always suspected she was at her best in concert. On her albums, she can poignant or hilarious, but last night she was there to play. She entered the room from the back, strolling amongst the tables, singing a lovely lilting song about Windchimes, which started out nice, but ended in a dark place . As the show went on, audience participation was often, and often not entirely voluntary. At one point, she had all of the house lights turned down and she put on a spelunking headlamp as she searched for the king of Canada, singing to all of the men she came across, and occasionally checking the colour of their socks (and praising their fashion sense if they were white). Yes, I was one of her victims on both counts (but I was not crowned king—phew!) and it was an odd version of pleasure/torture: Christine ethereal voice singing just to me (something about looking like a White House page), all the while all I could see was the blinding white light as it bore into my skull.

Oh, and I know at least one person who would kill for her guitar: a Bill Laskin custom job with the planets inlaid along the neck, ending with a model of the Pioneer spacecraft coming out of the headstock.

No doubt Christine commissioned it because of her devotion to Pluto, whose identity conundrum she enshrined in song years ago. Bill Laskin sold her the guitar with a certificate that said if another planet was discovered in his lifetime, he’d inlay a new planet in the instrument free of charge. So close! (But the new chunk of rock, Eris (formerly Xena) has been classified a dwarf planet, and Pluto has been demoted—to what Christine likes to call “Pla-not”).

Anyway, she an amazing performer, and we haven’t laughed so hard in a while. We needed that.

Jon did get a cake and a rousing chorus with family. 10 years old!! (Hey look Midori, Santa’s back!)

(More about his eye appointment with Dr. Wiggins in Waterloo. Jon always likes these appointments: He gets to watch TV during the session, and he gets to go to Swiss Chalet for lunch afterwards!—L)

I love to go to Waterloo to see Dr. Wiggens. Dr. Wiggens puted on a cartoon The cartoon was called Winnie the Pooh. I am about to watch Winnie the Pooh. Winnie the pooh likes hunny after my visit to the Dr. I stop for lunch Swiss Chalet.