|Catie's Wish:3 Tiers of Cakes|
Yule Log, Tuxedo Cake, Strawberry Cheese Cake
She had been looking for new red shoes, doing on-line shopping, if not ordering, at least seeing what was available.
All of us had seen the red shoe with the ruffle at the heel, since Catie had shown it around the family, wondering if it was too much.
Catherine knew the birthday count down was on and that getting those shoes was not at the top of her list.
Pick up a hammer, play the notes
represented here on metal bars
The three of us took the trip to the Alexis Nihon mall where Catie bought a beautiful tan suede high heel, but the perfect red shoe was not there in her size.
So off we went to the McGill Mall – a place where I might get lost and never be found again.
But Catherine didn’t let me wander since getting to the evening event meant not looking left or right.
So on the eve of Catie’s birthday we went to the Stake Christmas Music Festival.
We were not there on time for the pre-concert practise with the choir.
|At the Carol Festival Concert|
This was just one of those days when it was hard to get everyone in the car at the same time, and when exits from the freeway were closed, and when the streets were just packed with cars going who knows where.
Eric and I found a place where we disagree.
He said, better late than never. I told him, I was raised with “better never, than late”.
He laughed as he often does.
I think it is the laugh of recognition of differences, him believing in better late than never, and me believing in never, than late.
Catie packed her French horn along on her back. She is only 3 times at tall as that horn.
Catie and her teacher played a duet: "Hark How the Bells".
The next day Catie played in her piano teacher’s Christmas Concert.
|The 18th birthday wish|
She played J.S. Bach’s "Three-part Invention in E-Major" and L. van Beethoven’s "Sonata in C-Major", one movement.
Catherine said that she has never heard a concert where the students were so musical.
I absolutely agreed with her.
The sound in the hall was so good.
|A Christmas Miracle|
... we came across a Christmas tree
decorated in red shoes...
Catie pointed out that it was because of the bevelled walls of the auditorium.
And further to that, the grand piano sounded so good.
On our way to the concert we got lost, even using the GPS.
The address was 305, Mont-Royal Est, but Catherine didn’t type in the “Est”, so after we had paid for parking and discovered the mistake, we hopped back in the car.
But not before Eric had done his act of compassion.
A woman stopped him on the street and asked for money for food.
|a Hanoukkah gingerbread house|
... in Montreal Costco ...
He told her he would buy her a meal at the corner A & W and he motioned for the three of us to just continue on to the concert without him, that he would catch up.
When he met up with us he said told us that the A&W wouldn’t let him buy her a meal.
They brought out the manager who shook his hands at the customer to shoo her away. He told Eric that she is a regular beggar, and he didn’t want to have her in his establishment. The manager would not let Eric buy her food.
And that was the unexpected part of Catie’s birthday.