Feeling so fortunate

Today, someone posted an invitation to Dance at Dusk on my community bulletin board.
http://www.duskdances.ca/DDFrameset.html

I'd never heard of it but was intrigued at a public dance show that took place in parks across the nation. Despite possible rain, I asked Seb if he wanted to go and thus after a quick supper, I piled both kids in the car (M is working late shifts) and maneouvred my way across the city.

Withrow Park is the more genteel equivalent of Dufferin Grove - complete with tennis courts and Shakespeare in the Park. It and the surrounding houses are lovely and serene. Once I had wedged (...) our car into a parking spot - only a tiny portion of the back wheels was on the pavement - we scooted into the park and joined 150+ Torontonians enjoying this spectacle.

There were 5 performances (ballet, tap, modern dance, 6 mothers & daughters in wedding dresses...) of mostly excellent quality. Some had live music and even compositions for the piece. Each piece was performed in a different part of the park - somewhat tricky for a mother with 2 kids under 5 and a big bag of snacks, diapers, things to wear, something to sit on, etc....

The storm clouds built up over the downtown core and parts of the dusky sky were magenta and dark grey. We heard thunder several times, but the torrents of rain didn't materialise and we only had a few large drops.

The kids were perfectly, and I mean perfectly, behaved - right through to 9.30 when the last troupe ended the show. I packed them back into the car and headed home across the Bloor Street viaduct, 2 sleeping poppets in the back, lightning cracking over the CN tower and a big grin on my face.