First: the film I’m sponsoring, The Giants, is a go! We’ve sold more than the requisite number of tickets; still hoping to sell more. If you’re in or near Toronto, don’t miss this inspiring and very beautiful film about a true climate hero. Some reviews, and link:

“Beautifully balanced, ruminative, and rousing. 4 stars.” The Guardian.
“Beautiful. Inspiring. Joyful.” Academy Award-winning director Jane Campion.

Here is the ticket link, with preview: https://tickets.demand.film/event/13094  Tickets need to be purchased in advance, although you can buy one on your phone at the theatre on the night, if necessary. Hope to see you there!

Still sunny but colder. Yesterday I just wanted to hibernate. That is, after I rode back from the fabulous Toronto Art Fair. I went to see Nettie’s piece, which is gorgeous, a magical three-minute film loop of greenery and water, framed like a canvas. Mesmerizing. She’s new to the art world but got a big education this weekend; the place is packed with dealers and artists, and even the occasional buyer. I heard someone in fancy shoes say, “Well, what currency DO you want it in?” And another in designer glasses saying, with her best vocal fry, “Oh it was awful, just so … hodge podgy!”

The audience was almost a better show than the art. But not quite. The standout for me, as always, was the work of Inuit artists. But after over two hours of gorging on art, I went home to hibernate. (Also, I confess, I’d made the mistake of wearing stylish little boots with a heel; at least, I thought they were stylish. This, for walking and standing for hours. Always, always, wear comfortable shoes for these things, I knew that but vanity overcame me, and my feet ached. Idiot!)

Below, a message I relate to from artist John Will, and Nettie with a still from her lovely piece.

Annals of old but old #9742: Nettie has hearing aids and suggested I get tested now; better sooner than later. So I booked a test. I do find myself saying, “Pardon?” a lot, always with grandson Eli, who mumbles. But I can’t believe I’ll need hearing aids. Yet. Stay tuned.

A busy week. There was lots of rehearsing for So True which is tomorrow. Usually we have eight readers, but this time there were nine until poor Charles wrote today that he’d just tested positive for Covid. So we’re back to eight — eight sublime true stories that make me cry. Plus there were hours of pruning and clearing and getting the garden ready for winter. Today I put out birdseed for the first time since June. I hope the birds figure out soon it’s there again, especially the cardinal family, who must’ve gone to a better feeding ground. It’s chilly out there, little ones. Come back.

To celebrate the 40th anniversary of the Y, we were asked to wear 80’s clothes for our class. No leg warmers or leotards, but Debra and I did our best.

Just went to look at the dress I was planning to wear at So True tomorrow, and it’s got gaping moth holes. Spent hours mending moth holes last week. Curses, foiled again! You notice I’ve not mentioned the world, it’s all just too painful. Excruciating. Moths, homicidal, even genocidal lunatics, blind right-wingers, and lying, disgusting provincial premiers. Why, God, why?

Time for another bowl of the apple crumble I made yesterday. Comfort food, big time.