The Big One-O

As you know if you read yesterday's post, it was our son's birthday recently. I wanted to get back to it, as Wolfie has reached the age of ten this year, which is, well, a new decade. It means we have been parents for ten years, of course, it also means our son is growing way too fast for my taste. A decade is always an important benchmark, at any age, but for a child, ten years old is maybe the stepping stone, the one that officially makes you a big kid instead of a little one. That's what I got from Wolfie anyway. For a parent, it might be an even bigger step, because it makes you realise that your child will not be a child forever and that he will eventually become an adult. It made me miss for a moment the first few months of being a parent, when everything was so hard, yet so simple. It also makes me feel melancholic. In any case, Wolfie is now ten years old.

Three Layers Birthday Cake

So it was Wolfie's birthday recently and he had a very special request for me: a three layers cake. But that wa snot all: he asked for blueberry flavoured icing between layers and a chocolate ganache on top, covered with Smarties and Maltesers (milk and white chocolate). As I never back from a cake baking challenge and I never refuse my son's birthday cake requests, well, I did it. Thankfully, it wasn't too wobbly. Very rich, gigantic, indulgent, but presentable and it stood up. All the same, my wife was somewhat horrified. "A heart attack on a plate," she said about it. Which deserves to be a great unknown line. I shall blog more about my son's birthday soon, but I thought I would show you his birthday cake.

Frankenstein's Mother

Today is a benchmark in my countdown to the official countdown to Halloween. It is the birthday of Mary Shelley, the author of Frankenstein. One of my favourite horror classics and one of the very first I read, some forty odd years ago. You can read my "review" (more like a praise) of the novel in this post. And on my birthday this year, my wife bought me this illustrated edition of Frankenstein, with 3D images and interactive elements. I might give it a try today, although I have a substantial TBR list to go through. It's a gorgeous edition, in any case. But whatever version you have at hand, even if it's just an abridged edition, or a comic book adaptation, I suggest you read it today. 

H.P. Lovecraft and Cosmic Horror

Today is an important date in my countdown to Halloween. Because yes, it has started. It's a benchmark, because it is the birthday of horror writer H.P. Lovecraft. I discovered him thanks to the role-playing game Call of Cthulhu, inspired by his writing. I used to play it a lot, and read Lovecraft so I could draw inspiration for the campaign I was doing. You can read about my first reading experience of Lovecraft in this post. Today, I will try to make time to revisit some of his stories and maybe discover new ones. And you, do you know Lovecraft? Have you played Call of Cthulhu?

Gâteaux

 Photo prise il y a plus d'un mois, en avril, lors de la réunion familiale chez la cousine de ma femme. C'était dans un pub de village. Nous célébrions deux choses: 1)les cinquante ans de la cousine et 2)son second mariage. Il y avait donc deux gâteaux: un à la mangue et un autre au Biscoff ou au caramel (ou les deux?), je ne sais plus trop. J'ai essayé de ne pas trop exagérer, j'ai eu un morceau de chaque et c'était délicieux.

Sherlock Holmes Day

Today is Sherlock Holmes Day .I missed it last year, but I knew I needed to commemorate it this year. I haven't read enough Sherlock Holmes stories, but I enjoy every one I have read, and of course for any crime fiction fan Holmes is an archetypal reference, THE archetypal reference for any investigator in crime fiction, and even beyond the genre. So I have one book of his adventures on my to be read list and once I read it, I will buy more. I also have a reference guide which I might read a bit today. And to accompany this post, I am sharing this image taken from this edition of The Hound of the Baskervilles. So happy birthday Sherlock. You remain to this day the greatest detective of all time.

Epic Train Trips of the World

 I hope you can forgive me to blog yet again about trains. Maybe I am experiencing wanderlust, but of a specific kind, maybe it is just that since my last train trip, I have developed an appetite for it, as well as a realisation that I don't travel by train often enough. Anyway, be that as it may, my wife knows my tastes, so she bought me for my birthday Epic Train Trips of the World. She knows my tastes. My birthday often end up train related in some way. It is a beautiful book, with beautiful pictures and it really makes me want to experience all these journeys. I might never be able to, nevertheless it gives me inspiration for future holidays.

The Waiting Game (A Birthday Memory)

As it is often the case, my last birthday and recent celebration made me think of the birthdays of my past, from a long time ago. The birthdays of yesteryear, if you will. When I was a child, we I  often celebrated our birthdays the weekend before or after it, generally the weekend after. We had a small celebration on the date itself, but the big party was at the weekend. We invited family, especially our cousins. That was before the internet, before the overbearing presence of screens, before the multiple television channels. After breakfast and the morning cartoons, my brothers and I waited for the guests to come. But we were not bored. We played a sort of waiting game, hiding behind the living room sofa by the window, often with toy guns, as if we were secret agents, smugglers or mercenary soldiers in a secret hideout, waiting for our contacts or allies to show up. We used to peak out, checking through the window that was facing the street, checking every car driving by. The excitement and anticipation of this "Waiting Game" were just as entertaining as the party itself. In fact, it's a ritual I now remember more than many birthday parties we hosted.

Le gâteau de mes 49 ans

J'ai pensé partager de mon gâteau de fête d'il y a deux jours. Je l'ai cuisiné. Faire des gâteaux est une entreprise hasardeuse pour moi: j'en ai raté plus souvent qu'à mon tour. Même celui-ci est abîmé à sa base et il penche d'un côté, comme la Tour de Pise. Mais vous ne le croiriez pas à le voir, j'ai caché avec le glaçage. Bon, petit loup l'a décoré, c'est lui qui a mis les Smarties dessus. Le glaçage est à l'érable, parce que j'ai eu l'idée de ramener de l'essence d'érable de mon dernier séjour au Québec. Je trouve que ça lui donne une touche toute québécoise. Dans tous les cas, je suis assez content du résultat. 

Still in my forties (for now...)

 Happy birthday to, well, me. I am 49 today. I am not getting any younger, but I am okay. Like I said to my wife last week, at least I'm still in my forties, for now at least. But yes, it goes way too fast. And at least I know my son and my wife have prepared something special for me. They always have something exciting prepared for me, a few really cool presents, something to make me forget that I am only one year away from being fifty and that times flies really quickly. It gets faster as you get older. Thankfully, I'm a father. It also makes it more bearable, because in the end, every celebration we do in this family revolves pretty much around Wolfie.

Marquise, si mon visage, etc, etc.

Bon ben, c'est ma fête aujourd'hui, j'ai 49 ans (aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!). Tradition sur le blogue, je partage les Stances à Marquise, version chantée par Georges Brassens. Mes traits un peu vieux se font de plus en plus nombreux et de plus en plus tout court. "Un peu" commence à être franchement un euphémisme. Dans trois ans, j'aurai le même âge que Pierre Corneille quand il a écrit le poème. Il me reste encore du temps, mais il file.

Post-Easter Blues?

 Okay, so Easter is now over, but here it is a bank holiday. How was your Easter? How are you feeling? I am of two minds about it: I am always sad after any big holiday, feeling like it came and went way too soon for my taste. For Easter specifically, while I do feel a bit melancholic, I find solace in the fact that there's a lot (and I mean, a lot) of chocolate to go through, we have one Monday that will feel like a Sunday and that in the coming weeks we will have more reasons to celebrate: it will my one of my wife's cousins' birthday and then it will be mine. We literally have no time to feel melancholic, we already need to get ready for the next celebrations. And, in my case, get mentally ready to become older. That is one aspect of the post-Easrer blues I like: it's generally short-lived.

Majestic Mozart

Well, it is still Mozart Week, so I am sharing more of his music. And a statue of Mozart himself: the one you can find in Vienna. It is often surrrounded by tourists, who just take pictures of it because, well, Mozart is a huge part of Vienna and Austria, maybe its most famous composers. And I was there as a pilgrim, a proper worshipper in fact. That said, like many other portraits and monuments to the man, I find this one strange at many levels. He looks atypically regal and Greco-Roman godly here. Maybe a tad Messianic too. As much as I'm a sucker for the monuments paying homage to him, I can't help but find them incomplete. There's a lot of Amadeus in this statue, but very little of Wolfgang, even less of Wolferl. There's no mischief. Anyway, this post would not be complete without a bit of music, here an aria from from Le Nozze di Figaro. Sung by Rod Gilfry. Tell me what you think of the music and the statue.

The Birthday of Amadeus

As you probably know by now, today is the birthday of of Wolfgang Johannes Chrysostome Amadeus Mozart, the heart of Mozart Week. I commemorate it a picture with his most famous (although not his most accurate) portrait, which I took in Vienna. I am also sharing a bit of his music, the Concerto for Flute, Harp and Orchestra. I thought I would give you a break from opera. And that a birthday needed something joyful and youthful.

Pâtisseries de fête

 C'était la fête de mon père récemment. Au lieu d'un gros gâteau, ils ont mangé des petits gâteaux (enfin, des pâtisseries), je crois qu'ils viennent de Mergeay. La plupart du temps, la Pâtisserie Mergeay était l'endroit où l'on achetait nos gâteaux de fête, quand ma mère ne les faisait pas. Souvenirs, souvenirs...

Une Hobgoblin d'antan pour PJ

C'est aujourd'hui la fête de mon frère PJ. Le chanceux a sa fête en octobre. Ce qui veut dire que sa fête a souvent une dimension un peu Halloweenesque. Pour souligner, je partage une photo de la Hobgoblin Gold de  Wychwood Brewery. Parce que sa fête arrive proche de l'Halloween, parce que les produits de Wychwood sont, ou en tout cas étaient, associés à l'Halloween et parce que c'est la bière qu'il a bue lors de son dernier séjour en Angleterre en 2017, quand il est venu célébrer la fête de son neveu.  dans le temps, les étiquettes avaient des couleurs spéciales pour l'Halloween. Plus maintenant. Le goût de la bière a aussi changé, mais c'est une autre histoire. Je ne boirai sans doute pas de Hobgoblin à sa santé aujourd'hui, mais je lui en envoie une virtuelle, dans l'étiquette d'antan.

Des cadeaux pour Wolfie

 C'était la fête de petit loup récemment. Wolfie a neuf ans. Je vais dire un cliché mélancolique: le temps passe trop vite. Cela dit, célébrer son anniversaire est toujours vraiment plaisant. Je veux dire, j'aime plus sa fête que la mienne, même si c'est dur de voir qu'il grandit si vite. Et puis on le gâte. J'essaie de ne jamais être excessif, mais, ben... Jugez-en par vous même. Vous voyez ici les cadeaux achetés par moi, pas les autres achetés par sa mère. On n'y est pas allé avec le dos de la cueillère de main morte, mettons. C'est peut-être un peu parce qu'il est enfant unique, même si je m'étais promis de ne jamais trop le gâter, c'est un peu aussi parce que sa fête est un peu une seconde enfance pour tout le monde. Mais au moins, il n'est jamais ingrat ou blasé.

The Birthday of Mary Shelley

Today is a  big day for any fan of classic horror stories and Halloween lovers: it is the birthday of Mary Shelley. She is of course the author of Frankenstein. I pay homage to her every year on this blog and I always make her birthday one of the benchmarks of my countdown to Halloween. Her most famous novel is one of the happy discoveries of my early teenage and I go back to it from time to time. I have been trying to find the cover of the first version I read, no luck yet. So to accompany this post, here is a portrait of her. Happy birthday Mary!

Lovecraft

Today is an important date in my personal countdown to Halloween calendar: it is the birthday of Howard Phillips Lovecraft. The father of modern and of cosmic horror. I first discovered him via the role playing game Call of Cthulhu, based on his work. I will try to read him today and in the upcoming weeks, it's one of my reading rituals in the months leading to Halloween.

Deux fêtes

 C'est aujourd'hui la fête de mon plus jeune frère, Andrew. Le bébé de la famille, comme mes parents l'appellent encore, puisque c'est le plus jeune des trois frères, même si maintenant il est père de deux enfants et a 44 ans. Ce qui ne rajeunit personne. C'est aussi la fête de mon filleul, le fils de deux amis du cégep, qui a aujourd'hui.. 20 ans. Je me rappelle encore de son baptême. Morale de l'histoire: ça ne rajeunit vraiment personne et le temps passe vite.