it has been my mission of late to find ways to inject fun into life. It’s been a long winter and there has been a tendancy to stay in and hibernate. Add to that, for my partner, almost two years of chemo treatment and the accompanying blah and bitterness which accompanies chronic illness. Safe to say, it has been a pretty dreary time around here of late, but things are looking up and it’s time to change the flavour of our lives to include some much needed joy.
My home town is a wonderful place. Fishing village turned tourist haven, turned retirement community, it offers a special flavour of fun and entertainment. Most days just a stroll down the pier will provide some laughter, especially if you run into one of the local characters, which isn’t hard not to do.
Today at 12:30 I ran across a Facebook post that reminded me of a weekly “jam” session that happens at the local museum. Some local musicians of varying fame, gather each Wednesday for two hours to play some of their home grown music, have some fun and provide a little boost to the museum’s attendance.
Much to the surprise of my partner, who was busy boiling the last bit of maple sap, I announced we were going to town to hear the music. While I am the sort of person who likes to have detailed plans of all the events of the month ahead firmly in place and colour coded in the calendar Brian is usually someone who resists planning anything more than ten minutes in advance. He was a bit taken aback by the sudden flurry to get to town but rolled with it nicely and we managed to arrive only about ten minutes late.
Greeted at the door by the curator, Angela Wallace. we quickly found our way to space dedicated to the afternoon music. A handful of newcomers to town were already in place in their chairs, while we locals began to dribble in, in a slow stream. All told, there were nine of us. Even the musicians didn’t all arrive on time but the last to arrive brought their compliment to four.
Three of the four are songwriters and they took their turns sharing not only the music but the stories which provoked the writing of it. Stories of the lake and commercial fishing were predominant with the occasional cowboy ballad and love song. No lady however won the hearts of the listeners like the the lady Erie, our beloved lake. They rolled easily from one song to another with quick cues about the key. There was a variety of string instruments, mostly guitars, with a sweet violin and a mouth organ to give a folksy feel. Great voices, dramatic delivery and feet keeping time on the wooden floor brought sunshine to an otherwise dreary, April afternoon.
I wonder where my quest for fun will land me next. Getting bolder.
Thanks for the fun House Milner and company.