Paul’s “G”odiva Spot

Hello all!  And greetings from Edmonton!!!  This is my first time to Edmonton and I have to say that I like it!  It is a clean city (compared to Toronto!) and it is a nice distraction to the desperate pace of life in the big city!

I am here at Opera Nuova getting ready for four performances of Street Scene by Kurt Weill, where I will be playing yet another heart-bleeding, gut-wrenching, slobber-riddled character (named Sam, in case you didn’t know it yet) who spends 99% of his stage time moping about!  How attractive!  Well, this character seems to milk a lot of sympathy from the audience, and everyone loves him.  HEY!!!  Maybe I should mope about whining everyday and be the defeated, misunderstood, gasping artist carrying on about how lonely I am…

AND SPEAKING OF LONELY…Casper, Jiminie and I had a most interesting experience our first few moments in Edmonton!  Actually, this is really Casper’s fault, but I digress.  We had all just arrived in the city and no sooner than we make it to the Superstore, Casper gets hit on!  By whom you may ask…?  You will have to ask him about the details, but let’s just say it was very much unwanted attention from someone who is also very lonely (and we are sure of this because the person said this at least nine times in our conversation, while trying to get our numbers!), and Casper was wistfully and gleefully clueless as to what was going on, while I was squirming in my shoes, trying to find a non-rude way to get us a hasty stage right exit.  You want more info? E-MAIL CASPER!!!

It so happens that the three of us (Casper, Jiminie and I) are all being billeted together!  We are staying at the home of a MOST WONDERFUL lady by the name of Peaches!  She has a wonderful home, where we have taken over the basement.  She has two fat cats named Chubbs, and Povey-2!  Povey-2?  Yes!  Two in one!  Anywho, these two fabulously flabby felines are both full furballs!  They shed on everything!  Even in my cereal!  Don’t ask.  Povey-2 is my little friend.  He is a big poofball with meaty porkchops for legs.  He waddles about parading himself like the proud prize turkey on a vegan farm!  Whenever I come home, he comes to me and makes three attempts at jumping up on my bed, always failing at the first two attempts!  The other one, Chubbs, is shy and keeps to himself mostly.

And I have become the ‘mom’ of the three of us.  I get the boys up in the morning, fix all our lunches and dinners, and I always seem to intuitively know where everything is…even Jiminie’s tuque!

So there you have it!  So far so good, and I am still sane!  More to come!

Moi