I'm half way through and this is getting long..

I almost think dusk could be my favourite time of the day, but I'm not sure, I have many favourites.

The wedding was odd. My family, all gathered together. My aunt telling stories of living in london. I was kind of afraid for her with the bombings and all I knew after was that she was safe. She told me last night that it was the train minutes before hers that the bombers were on. When she saw the picture of the four bombers in her station she burst into tears. Now I know I need to trust my judgment and trust my instincts and not just think "there are millions of people, what's the chance it could affect her". Funny how minutes can change your life.

My family all sat together, enjoying the time together after so long apart. Across the yard the brides family, all from Taiwan sat together, not speaking english. They were friendly though. The grooms mom's family had all flown in from France and none of them spoke english, they sat together playing with the grandbaby.

The reception had a strange feel to it. The decorations seemed to be taiwanese and then balloons. The food was all north american. The bride changed four times during dinner, and there were little ceremonial things happening, but nothing was explained unfortunately. I wanted to know what was going on.

My cousin and her bizarre husband were there, diplomats for the american gov't or some such thing, sitting near but not talking to the hippy in her long dress that I thought maybe was a table cloth she had sewn the sides on, her husbands beard almost to his belly button. When the band stopped she got up and played her recorder. Yes, her recorder.



Steven and I ran down the hill towards the road (we were out in the middle of the country somewhere) and I called out "Steven my underwear is falling down". Now, to a four year old, that is just THE funniest thing an auntie can say.. I mean, aunties and underwear? Gross! He was laughing so hard that his pants fell down and we both doubled over laughing. I laughed till I almost cried, my stomach hurt so bad. At the moment I was grateful to be sharing laughs with him. Not everyone can laugh with a four year old.

We wandered to a field where there were two cows and a calf. The highlight was when the first cow stood up and pooed, then the second cow stood up and pooed on the poor calf. Again, laughter. The poor calf. When it ran the poo fell off.


I left and visited imaginarylove. Her nieces melt me. The baby was cuddling me and smiling at me and giggling and just amazing. The three year old wanted to play and we chased outside. We watched the fireworks and talked el jay talk.

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Today crookedteeth came over and we discussed formatting my computer and ordered my new laptop. I now have been invited to India by the salesman who was in India... I dunno, does everyone get picked up on the phone like I do?

Lunch at Atlas, bought weights (10 lbs each). Slept for 3.5 hours. Walked the dog. Forgot to wear my new pedometer, realized half way through the walk. Went grocery shopping. Updating my lj. Chatting, well, was chatting till the phone rang. Will chat again, then bed!


My dad called me today to tell me he was proud of me. I think it's because I was laughing about the fact that both my notery (for the sale of the home) and my real estate agent's assistant both told me how proud they were of me.