PLEASE.  SEND.  RAIN.


Working all week in a sweltering school gym helping with mid-school kiddie production of An Evening at Baker Street [The Speckled Band variety].  Holmes is 13, looks about 9, is doing brilliantly, and three or four other kids are actually acting: others, er, less successful.  (My sets and tin-plate lighting are brilliant too -- just thought it needed saying.)  Hope we can zip it up to where it runs less than three or four hours.  (I kid, I kid.)

I'm so dehydrated from sweat that my hands are puffed up like mittens.  Can't type worth beans.  Getting too old for this nonsense.

Hot.  Humid.  Hazy.  Smelly.  That's the Toronto we all know and love.

Please, God, SEND RAIN.

Please, God, help them learn their lines in the next 48 hours.



SOEAJUBG  (see, told you I couldn't type...)

SPEAKING OF HOLMES & CO. :


They've just blown through town on the winds and wings of BBC series 2 -- as good as the first one.  Pre-ordered DVD arrived yesterday so I can go back and figure out what I just saw.  Also heard rumours that it was edited down on PBS, so there will perhaps be some new thrills and spills.  We kept calm, as directed, and carried on.  It was tough going.

Series 3?   If there is a God.  [And He makes it rain...]

WE REMEMBER

...although it's not always evident that (my fellow) Americans remember the difference between Memorial Day and Veterans' Day.  This one, Memorial Day, is about the dead.  People with microphones keep lumping the living and the dead together, as if it is somehow negligent or exclusionary (to use an icky modernism) to reserve one day specially for each.  This is probably just lingering guilt from the bad old days of Vietnam, when no veteran, living or dead, ever got the credit he deserved, and was, in fact, all too likely to be subjected to active and entirely undeserved discredit.


Funny, though -- I think most of those who go so far out of their way not to leave anybody out on Memorial Day are not likely to be the ones who have anything to feel guilty about from the bad old days.


However, it is a day to remember the dead, most particularly those who died in combat, far from home, lives untimely cut short leaving unfillable holes in loving families and circles of friends.  They number in the thousands from the latest generations, and the millions in the generations of the 20th century alone.  It is likely that their names are etched somewhere in the public eye, on plaques and plinths and panels in small towns and giant cities, though many have long ceased to be read.  Just a few of those names ring in the ears of our family, and we pay them homage today:


Capt. Kyle Van de Giesen,USMC

1st Lt. Jared Landaker USMC

[updated] SSgt Alexis Fontalvo USMC 


1st Lt. Travis Manion USMC and Lt. Brendan Looney USN

Semper Fi, Requiescant in Pace,
Fair Winds and Following Seas


And in an uncharacteristic spirit of good will (for me) I will give benefit of much doubt, and add my hope to that of the father of American prisoner of war Army Sgt. Bowe Bergdahl, that this young man's Commander-in-Chief will secure his return to the home and family he loves.  Soon.

 May Day.  Time to parade your tanks 'n' stuff.

 WELL, THERE'S THIS:

BUT ON THE OTHER HAND, MAYBE IT'S REALLY ALL BEEN THIS:

This guy thinks so.