Well
My Dears,
having
placed myself in semi-retirement from the writing biz, it’s nice to check in
with you poorer,
gentler folk every now and then. I remain extremely delighted and appreciative
that Mr. Reid allows me to avail myself of his space at the slightest whim. He
is a good man and a good, hard man is tough to find. At least that’s what my
best friend Hedda Lettuce tells me. She
and her secretary slash companion Sofonda Cox are quite well skilled in finding
good men and
she says it’s not always hard. If it isn’t, there’s plenty more whales in the
ocean- so she tells me.
Another
summer is here- although someone needs to nudge Mother Nature along. Some days
it feels like she’s stuck at the end of April. Nonetheless, I have been busy.
Hedda and I took a trip to the Big Smoke recently. We had lunch at Chez Frommage
and then took in a matinee performance of The Wizard of Oz. That Dear Mr.
Mirvish, always offering me box seats but My Dears, I always but always thank
him and purchase mine in the same way you common folks do- at the Box Office.
The
show was superb. I thought Mr. Mike Jackson’s portrayal of The Tin Man was both
comical and erotic. So much tin. So little time. I must say a couple of the
ensemble lads kept Hedda and I wide-eyed and tittering too- especially that
Darling Boy- Sam DiGiuseppe. Such a nice face, a firm dancer’s bum and a chest full
of hair that would rival Mr. Hugh Jackson’s hirsute pectorals.
I
mean that My Dears.
I
really do.
Toto
was Darling and the young Miss Danielle Wade was endearing and always smiling.
Why My Dears with all those young lads bouncing about onstage, who wouldn’t be
smiling?
So,
what else is rocking my world you ask?
Roger
and his husband Xavier are planning a Barbeque to celebrate Canada Day. The
invites are out and the boys are waiting to receive RSVP’s. The party had a red
theme and ruby red speedos- the colour of Dorothy’s sensible shows, will be the
order of the day. There’ll be Fireworks
at dusk- no my Dear I am not talking about the fireworks Mano a Mano, I mean
the real thing.
Boom.
Kaboom. Bang!
Hedda
and Sofonda are making three kinds of Potato Salad and I plan to whip up a
batch of my special Summer Smoothies. Nothing gets a party started like my
Summer Smoothies! They are a holiday must!
Oh.
I almost forgot. Roger and Xavier and Hedda and Sofonda and I have rented a
cabin in Muskoka for mid-July. I can hardly wait to “summer” like you common
folks. Roughing
it, you know- in the bush. Drawing water from the lake and other “chores”. Well,
actually the water comes through a gold tap- just like here at the Palais but I
would expect it is drawn from Lake Muskoka. Not that I have to worry about that
My Dears. Darling Daisy my upstairs maid is handling staff planning and we think
at this point an even dozen staff should do it.
Well,
My Dears, I am slumming after all and someone has to keep watch over the 23
rooms and 8 bathrooms. You know what it’s like living in a cabin- don’t you?
I
ask you My Dears.
Don’t
you?
Well,
I hear the lunch bell ringing and I’m taking it by the pool today. I not only
get to enjoy my egg salad sandwiches on whole wheat but I’ll also enjoy
watching Roger and Xavier frolic in the pool.
Does
it get any better My Dears?
I
ask you.
Tah
for now!
Maybe
we’ll meet each other as we “slum” in the woods in July.
In
the meantime, don’t let the Bears bite!
