Month: May 2015

May 29: For reasons I never understood, I was streamed into the music program in Grade 9. Apparently I qualified because I was able to sing notes back to the teacher who played them on a piano.  To say the year was an unmitigated disaster would be understatement. Although I bear a lot of the blame, the teacher seemed to take great pleasure in pointing out errors and highlighting my failures to come to terms with the instrument. In the end, I was asked not to play during the year-end musical performance for friends and parents. Fortunately for me, the teacher was a man of few principles and he gave me a passing grade of 50% to finish the year.

I enjoy listening to music, especially when played live, and in spite of my bad experience, I have always wondered what it would be like to actually perform with an instrument. So last October I signed up with the New Horizons Band. They promise to teach you to play any instrument, provided that you make an honest effort.

The cynic in me saw this as nothing more than a way for Long and McQuaid to make rental income. But I signed up and chose the electric bass; with only four strings, how difficult could it be to learn? Initially, things went well. Whole notes on open strings are simple enough. Later, there was a period when I fell a bit behind, and it wasn’t until I listened to some of the others that I found we were all a bit frustrated by our personal progress. In time I figured out that the perfectionist in me was not going to learn to play bass in 3 months – especially not without practicing for more than 20 minutes every couple of days. A musical genius I am not.

Last night we played the year-end concert for about 250 people and it went well. In the few months I have been in the program I have figured out the basics of playing bass. I’ve also realized that learning to play it really well will take a commitment and focus that feels like more than I want to do right now. There are other creative things that appeal to me more that also demand time and energy. So the jury is out on whether I will re-sign with the program in the autumn. For now, the guitar and amp are going back to Long and McQuaid.

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May 28:  I figured that dropping off a misplaced umbrella to my friend Chris would be a good excuse for a ride on the VFR. He lives in Pickering, so it’s an opportunity to visit the east end of the city. That accomplished, I figured I might as well go for a ride further east, since it had been some time since I’ve been out that way. Go for a ride and get some calluses on my ass in preparation for the month in Europe. Newcastle, Port Hope, Cobourg and back. No issues.

Until, turning south on the Parkway just south of the 401, the motor started to stagger and felt loaded up. I held the revs up a bit but the second I backed out of them, the motor died. I tried a quick re-start to no avail. All of the electrics went to zero – which I have seen on this bike before with expensive results.

As luck would have it, I coasted into the turn-around between the north and south bound sections of the Parkway. At least I was safe. But the bike would not start, and I had no access to tools or anything else that might be useful. So I called CAA, happy in the knowledge that I had coughed up for extra coverage that gives me motorcycle transport. “We will be an hour; you will get a call before we arrive.” Not like I was going anywhere.

About 45 minutes later, here comes a CAA flat truck. Early. Not so fast. He goes right by with a laconic wave, apparently going to another call. When I did hear from CAA, they said they would be another 45 minutes, and then later, another 30 to 55 minutes longer. In total I hung out there for about 2 hours and 40 minutes.

And it’s a nice place to be. Like the surface of the sun. No shade, no water – nothing.

The interesting thing is that I wasn’t really all that angry or frustrated. Clearly the truck was going to arrive when it got there and there was very little I could do the change that fact. So I spent most of the time quietly watching the parade of cars headed home on a hot Thursday night.

Now I have the bike in the garage and the battery on a charger. It is still not charged up, which seems strange after running it all day at highway speed. So I suspect it is shot. Or the charging system itself it a problem. We shall see. Whatever the cause, I blame Chris for a long afternoon spent on the median of the Don Valley Parkway.

Postscript: June 11 Today I got the call from Pro 6 where the bike has been for more than a week. After repeatedly starting and testing the charging system, they have been unable to find anything that might have caused it to shut down. I can pick it up tomorrow.

May 10: The very first time I met Marisa, I picked her up and put her on my motorcycle and started it up. It scared her so badly that she ran screaming into the house. I thought she would never speak to me again.

When Melinda and I got married, Marisa became my daughter – an instant family.  Although it was a time of uncertainty for all of us, we soon settled into a daily routine. Walking her to school one rainy morning, we went to the corner where I saw her safely across the street and then watched as she headed up the street. She was wearing a yellow rain coat and hat, and rubber boots that looked about 3 sizes too big. They seemed to almost reach her knees. She was dawdling, as kids do, not wanting to get to school but really having no other option. She seemed so small, so vulnerable, and I realized the enormous responsibility I had assumed to keep her safe and secure while she grew up….

Thirty-some years later, she has grown into a beautiful, wonderful woman. Smart, determined and caring she is building a life with her partner Joel.  Today she told us that she is expecting twins. Appropriately, it’s Mother’s Day.

This is something she has wanted for some time, and I am absolutely thrilled – and a more than a little scared – for her and Joel. Gaining an instant daughter through marriage is one thing; twins quite another. Marisa has been a huge blessing for me in my life.  I love her to bits. Her children will be a challenge and a blessing for her too. And maybe in time, I can scare the shit out of them with a motorcycle too….

May 6: After a wonderful dinner Chez Norton, I found myself parked at the corner of Inglewood Drive and Heath Street East on the night of the full moon. At first, in the silvery light, it seemed that little had changed. The outline of things seemed to be pretty much as I remembered them. True, the canopy of maples tunneling down to St Clair was much thinner – those replacement Aspens just don’t do it. But the houses looked mostly the same.

After a while though, the changes were pretty obvious. A third floor has been added to our old house. This happened right after we sold it, so there was no surprise there. The house next door had been demolished and a more modern home rebuilt in its place. The place across the street was bigger too. The duplex on the corner was now a garish LED-lit renovation.

I grew up on that corner. It felt permanent; unchanging. My roots were there and some things were not supposed to change. It was our place to meet and hang out. We played touch football and street hockey when the weather was warm enough. We graduated from bicycles and skateboards to motorcycles, and then to cars. I met my first girlfriend there and fell in love for the first time. Others did too.

Looking at the moon and thinking back to those days I was struck by how innocent it all seems. We were hanging out and having fun. Life would be what it would be. We were at that age before reality intervenes and we learn hard lessons. Somehow, our lives felt anchored in that time and place and we would go forward in a predictable way. Time was infinite.

But of course, life doesn’t happen like that. Friends died. Others moved away. I dumped my first girlfriend for the most mundane of reasons: another girl. We finished school, got jobs, started families and did all those things that adults do. Most of “the gang” are retired now. At no time in that 50 year process did I ever foresee that I would be standing there looking at the full moon and wondering where the time went. What once seemed so limitless now seems alarmingly finite.

 

When we speak of the future, the Gods laugh.

Chinese Proverb

May 5: I once worked with a guy who said that Spring was never assured until the Saucer Magnolias were in bloom. He would wait expectantly for weeks for them to appear before declaring that the season had begun. They are so beautiful, yet so fragile that they only last a couple of days, and then they are gone for another year.

I am not alone in wanting to believe that Winter is finally behind us. It has been a long and cold slog this year, and I know that my outlook has suffered. I’m not big on Winter sports, and even a walk has sounded less than exciting in the face of -35 degree wind chill.

But in the last few weeks there have been hopeful signs: the crocuses are poking their heads out and daffodils are emerging from the warmer corners. The maple trees are all in bud and soon the roads will be covered with those lime green florets they shed. Apple trees are in blossom in Niagara, and, yes, the Saucer Magnolias are out too.

Spring is here.