Friday morning found us doing, of all things, sleeping in. We had gone to bed late after a major day of heat, grandchildcare, topped off with a wake (for our daughter-in-law’s grandmother), a quick dinner at Los Mogotes de Michoacan, and then return home to clean up some things and then watch a movie.
The movie was one I came across recently, with Colm Feore, a Boston born Canadian actor whom we have seen in many a Stratford play and on a TV series (The Borgias). He is an amazing actor and when I saw the title, ‘Bon Cop, Bad Cop,’ I was intrigued. I found it when I came across the fact that the two actors are going to do a sequel some ten years after the original.
I have to watch it again, I was so tired I lost it toward the end of the movie and went into doze mode. I wouldn’t say it was the best movie but it was really entertaining and I loved the juxtaposition of the English and French. On the DVD cover, it stated, “Shoot now, translate later,” and that says it all. A man is killed and his body lies on the top of the border sign between Ontario and Québec, in whose jurisdiction is it? Thus the two stars, Patrick Huard and Colm Feore, who play cops for Québec and Ontario, are called into play and their different personalities and language bases cause issues that are often extremely funny as they go about solving the murder. The information about Québecois slang is amazing and is enough impetus for me to watch it again. The movie flits back and forth between Québecois and English is also enjoyable. I bought the DVD online because there was no other way for e to see the movie.
Friday morning, as I said, caused us to sleep in and get a call to help out as the funeral was taking place and thus we would watch the newborn while the toddler went to the funeral mass (luckily located about five minutes away). I took the dog for a walk, came home, the monsoons began, and I went to Deerfields Bakery (sic…their incorrect punctuation is only one reason they are not my favorite bakery), where I purchased some pastries and bread for us and for the mourning Highland Parkers.
It was at the moment of a huge monsoon, the rain came down so fast that the streets were momentarily flooded and I almost had to wade through water in the parking lot to procure the pastries. Deerfield has been so proactive regarding water and rainfall that the water dissipated almost immediately.
The grandma, who just passed away, was one of the sweetest people I have ever met, and had a prominent part in our daughter’s (I hate the word ‘daughter-in-law’) life. She lived around the corner from Highland Park hospital and was just approaching her nineties. She will be sorely missed. Our new venture into bird feeding, which our ‘daughter’ so much loves, is in memory of Grandma, may that sweet soul rest in peace. Each time we see birds stop to feed, we will think of her and the beautiful relationship they had.