This weekend has felt incredibly long, probably because we stuffed too much in to it.
Zouheir took Michael and a band-mate up to band camp this weekend, so that pretty much ate up Friday night. On Saturday, we relaxed in our empty nest in the morning, and then headed to Bloor West mid-afternoon to pick up our TPFF tickets at Beit Zatoun and grab dinner before the opening film. We had some time to kill, so we wandered around Bloor/Bathurst area, dropping in to the By the Way Cafe for tea, and then Sarah’s Shawarma and Falafel for a satisfactory (but not great) dinner. Our film last night was The Time That Remains, directed by Elia Suleiman, a kind of memoir of living as a “present absentee” in Nazareth. It was a packed house at the Bloor, and it was interesting to see it again with a mainly Palestinian audience, as opposed to the TIFF audience last year. There were some definite cheers from last night’s audience at certain points in the film that didn’t raise a peep a year ago.
After the film, we walked over to Yorkville and took in some of the Nuit Blanche sights. There were long lineups for some of the venues and we decided not to wait. We got in to the RCM and the Gardiner, the former an exciting installation and the latter somewhat disappointing. We walked down Bloor and back along Cumberland, streets closed off for the event, but by 10:30, we were kind of cold and tired and decided to head back to the subway and home.
This morning, we had tickets for a Palestinian breakfast, part of TPFF, but I needed to head out to pick up Michael around 12:30, so Zouheir took a cousin and I went to choir and mass. This morning’s music was entirely sung in unison, including hymns, which was not much of a work out. We did Viadana’s Fratres, ego enim accepi a Domino and Accipite et manducate during the Offertory and Ralph Vaughn Williams setting of a George Herbert poem The Call. The text of this song is beautiful:
Come, my Way, my Truth, my Life:Come, My Light, my Feast, my Strength:
Such a Way, as gives us breath:
Such a Truth, as ends all strife:
Such a Life, as killeth death.
Such a Light, as shows a feast:
Such a Feast, as mends in length:
Such a Strength, as makes his guest. Come, my Joy, my Love, my Heart:
Such a Joy, as none can move:
Such a Love, as none can part:
Such a Heart, as joys in love.
Right after mass, I hopped in the car and headed up to Lake Simcoe (Jackson’s Point) to pick up Michael from band camp. He had a great time, and parents and other visitors were treated to a brief concert before everyone left. The sound was terrific, and the students clearly enjoy the ensemble. It is something of a stretch for Michael, but he’s loving it and learning a lot. As soon as we got home, he crashed in his bed for an hour, and then came down and started practicing! This, after a weekend full of rehearsals and clinics. He’s certainly got the bug.
I spent the rest of the afternoon lying on the couch trying to finish In the Woods by Tana French, an engrossing mystery that I’ve been too busy or tired to spend much time on the past few days. But it’s a great story, and I just want to get it done before I have to get it back to the library. I predict a significant plot twist shortly, so I’m desperate to get it done!