crazy little thing called love

M'love and I have just celebrated 365 days of being...together. This also breaks down into:

• 31,536,000 seconds
• 525,600 minutes
• 8760 hours
• 52 weeks (rounded down)

Lest you think that a) I have enough time to do these calculations on my own, and/or b) mathematics is my forté, check this out.

To mark this milestone, A. picked me up, we did a Tim's run, went wine-tasting at Inniskillin and Peller Estates wineries in Niagara on the Lake and shivered at the edge of the half-frozen Falls. The weather, although damp and overcast, was decidedly mild and spring-like. The melting snow drifts and poo-brown grass, in fact, reminded both of us of falling in love this time last year and of the distance between Woodbridge and Port Credit that A. traversed to see me each time we went on a date. Brave soul.

Brave and compassionate and strong and intelligent and wonderful and kissable. 31,536,000 seconds well spent, wouldn't you say?

At Peller Estates winery, having lunch.

Before I clued in to the pictures being taken.

After.

A balmy spring day...with icebergs.

Playing the part of tourist, Sarah.

Playing the part of Korean tourist, Sarah.

Playing the part of world-famous explorer, Andrew.

Playing the part of Nemo, Andrew.

Love makes us snuggle. That, and sub-zero temperatures.

something borrowed

I know. I already posted pictures of Kate and Paul's wedding (don't bother clicking the link on Kate's name...she never updates her blog). But I just surveyed about 5 million more*, and distilled the following for your viewing pleasure - in my opinion, the best of the best. The unabridged version can be found here, on Paul's website: www.paulgraham.ca. Enjoy.

* It's a good thing the pictures turned out amazingly, because the photographer was kind of annoying. But now I realize that she was just a genius.

Pretty, pretty Kate.
Veiled hug.
Arwen. Basically. I mean, honestly. She's SO PRETTY.
The couple seconds after they said their vows. Kate attempting not to cry.
Paul, pre-ceremony. Looking dashing.
Adorable. And hot.
Ickle wee Kate and Paul.
OK, is my mom not absolutely stunning? Stunning. Too bad about the disposable camera.
I didn't bite my lip coming down the aisle. Kate forbade me to.
Been lifted up.
More of the couple. Are they not GORGEOUS?
Thaaat's right. What.
Some candid shots of Kate.
Looking the happiest I've ever seen her.
This reminds me of that famous shot of Princess Diana on her wedding day.
By this point, I wanted the photographer's number.
Joey and Kate. Twins separated by two years.
Chloe stealing the show. Easily.
I'm sure this will be the second most incredible wedding I will ever attend in my life.

eureka!

A Recipe for Overcoming Winter Blahs:

1. Get enough sleep.
   
2. Wake up earlier. In fact, turn your alarm off and trust your body to wake up at the right time. It actually will.
   
3. Eat breakfast at home, not on the run. Skip the coffee.
4. Eat greens in the morning.
   
5. Don't let work stress you out. "What will this matter in the light of eternity?" is a handy phrase to repeat.
6. Unearth a few pet projects that you "haven't had time" to do. The summer months will only be busier, so use the time you have on your hands now.
7. Read fiction.
8. Take the extra millisecond it requires to smile and say hi to the people you see every day. Like Gino the bus driver, Mike the postman, Emmanuel the day-time front desk guy, and Norma the night-shift front desk lady.
   
9. Listen to classical music.
10. Don't overspend on stupid stuff to make yourself feel better. You won't.
11. Spend an evening over drinks with a friend you haven't seen in a while.
12. Don't avoid chores.
13. Clean your living/working space. Add pictures.

Worked for me!

the very warmth of my blood seems stolen away

I traipsed through High Park one evening last week. Toronto rested, naively, in its pre-blizzard/ice/snow storm state, the temperature hovered around -5 degrees, light snow fell in slow motion, the air was so still the puffs of my breath lingered a half-beat longer than usual, and the twilight gave the trees an eerie, blue glow. The forest was absolutely silent.

The beauty was breathtaking. The beauty crippled me. The beauty, in contrast to the abscess that gnaws at my heart daily, highlighted Something That Was Missing. Not sure what.

I've waded through melancholic moments before (they keep me regular) and, upon reflection, I wonder if this one is merely the result of the first winter spent entirely on Canadian soil. I generally live by a strict regiment of winter-evading by flying to the UK in February or March; 2007 is the first year in six that I haven't had the opportunity.

"And yet...Since I left New York, haven't the winds blown less hard, less often? Hasn't there been a kind of wrench every time we leave a place, a kind of regret? I think there has. Twenty-five years, and at last the spring has begun to grow tired, just as my mother grew tired in the final years. I find myself looking at the sun and wondering what it would be like to see it rise above the same horizon for five - maybe ten, maybe twenty - years. The thought fills me with a strange dizziness, a feeling of fear and longing."
- Joanne Harris ("Chocolate")