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The Re-enactment

So, after having been so impressed with my niece’s grace and beauty at her “wedding”, I discovered she had already married him two days prior and this was just – what? A ruse? A joke on the rest of us? What? A re-enactment, that’s what. I resent it. It shows lack of respect. And the creepy minister was in on it, too.

She told her mother she had wanted a small, intimate wedding. Then, have your small, intimate wedding. Then why have a big affair? To suck bigger presents out of an unsuspecting group? Well, she didn’t succeed with me. I gave what I would have given in any case. But others spent bundles, that I know.

Starting a marriage like that is bad karma, but it’s her karma. On the other hand, I just read this about another wedding I thought was even more bizarre.

September 20th, 2006 Posted by | Family | no comments

Opposites Attract

Lest there be any misunderstandings, opposites attract virtually all the time.

Case in point:

We were at my niece’s wedding yesterday. It was a beautiful September afternoon.

The sun came out but ever so gently. It was a relief that the infernal heat of the summer had finally morphed into a warm and pleasant late summer afternoon.

The wedding was held in the country at a “North Italian Banquet Centre”. The “altar” was under a canopy of vines and climbing flowers. It was a beautiful setting. While waiting for the proceedings, we were entertained by chamber music. Read more…

September 17th, 2006 Posted by | Family | no comments

Coming of Age

Yesterday, I got two new pairs of glasses – one for just reading and working on the computer and the other – bifocals.  Yes, bifocals.  I’d worn readers for a long time but my distance had always been good – until now. 

I have to say, turning 50 meant nothing to me – I had a great time – Charlie threw a surprise party for me at home.  Turning 60 meant nothing to me – I had an even greater time what with the surprise party Charlie threw me at the Old Mill in Etobicoke.  But getting bifocals, well, that’s another story.  That makes me officially an old fart.  Furthermore, the room wabbles when I’m wearing them.  That can’t be good, can it?

How fleeting is youth?  Seems like just the other day that I got my first car.  Just the other day I started my first job at Bell.  Just the other day for a lot of things I won’t discuss here.  In the blink of an eye, it’s today and I’m a grandmother wearing flippin’ bifocals. 

I think I’ll go to bed and curl up in a fetal position.

September 9th, 2006 Posted by | Musings, Nostalgia | no comments

Exercising in School

Well, I should hope so. 

When I was a young girl in Austria, I couldn’t wait to start school.  I so wanted to learn.  Before I came of age, I used to look in the school windows, wishing I could be in class with the other children.  When the day actually came, I headed out alone.  My mother and step-father, unbeknownst to me, followed me, hiding behind trees and bushes.  I had to cross a busy street.  For months, we’d practiced crossing streets.  Looking left and right etc. 

One of the best times at school was spent in gymnastics.  We had so much fun, what with the horse and all.  Then came the front rolls.  Oh it was so much fun. Read more…

September 5th, 2006 Posted by | Long Ago and Far Away, Personal Opinions | no comments

Husbands – A Pain in the Wahoosy

Most of the time, I love my husband. We’ve been together a long time. We like most of the same things although I vote Liberal and he votes Conservative. He thinks marriage is forever and I don’t like the word “forever”. Sounds like a jail term. I prefer to feel I’m in this relationship because I want to be – not because I have to be. We are both neat and clean freaks. We are both pro-choice and we believe in the right to die. We like experimenting with foods from all over the world. The list goes on.

But, you knew it was coming, didn’t you? Our decorating sense is totally opposite. Well, we used to agree until we moved into this condo with 10 foot ceilings and wrap-around windows. You can’t decorate it in the normal way. It’s much more like a loft. He doesn’t understand that. We almost came to blows today. Read more…

September 5th, 2006 Posted by | Interior Decor, Relationships | no comments