Of Standing in line, monks, and musicals

Yesterday I stood in line for four hours, just to take part in the Canadian Antiques Roadshow. Nope, I don't have a priceless heirloom, and I didn't end up being filmed for TV, but I did see Valerie Pringle, listened to a whole lot of interesting people in line and saw some pretty interesting items. Though I like to watch the show, I wouldn't do it again. It's one of those fun-to-take-part-in once sort of things. I was exhausted by the time I got home.

On our way in to the city we saw the Walking Monk on the highway. We waved, he nodded. There's something kind of bizarre and serene at the same time about sighting a bald man in flowing orange robes walking along the Trans-Canada highway. I who find it difficult to motivate myself to walk home from work, have to admire someone who is walking across Canada as a spiritual journey. And while you may scoff at the purpose of walking meditation, I came to the conclusion that it was a lot more meaningful than standing in line for four hours to find out the gemstone in your grandmother's necklace is really just glass.

Today while cleaning the house I'm belting out the Andrew Lloyd Weber show tunes in anticipation of going to see "Jesus Christ Superstar" tomorrow night. My friend L and I saw the musical several years ago, but we're pretty excited about getting to see Ted Neely and I know it's going to be a great evening. My apologies in advance to anyone sitting in the row around us - we'll be the middle-aged women belting out the tunes and embarassing the heck of my teenage son sitting with us. ("I don't know how to loooovvvvveee him......")

All in all an interesting blend of materialistic and spiritual in one weekend. * o

Of Standing in line, monks, and musicals