Steven and me today -- How
incredibly lucky we are.
I did not do a tap of art today. Not any. I
apologize. I am a very tiny part Italian, and
at Italian weddings it's considered very
good luck to have bad weather -- rain, storms,
all good. My point? I woke up this morning
a good two hours before seven hours of sleep
to the sound of loud insistent mechanical
thumping, a high pitched and very loud
machine whining and the house shaking like
it did yesterday in the earthquake. I went
back to bed. I'm not good on five hours
sleep. I actually partially slept until it was
seven hours then went downstairs to see
what new horrible construction event was
on for today -- our wedding anniversary.
The entire street has been under siege for
a few weeks, and the earlier horrors were
just a tester. Today huge holes were dug in
neighbours' meticulously planted and
cultivated front lawns and gardens. We
had three four foot deep holes dug in our
interlock driveway. If you believe in luck --
according to Italian rules this must mean
that the next year is going to be even more
fantastic than the last.
Yup. So what to do? We decided to have
dinner out of town, drove to Oakville and
ate in a restaurant on the lake called
Compass. We ate inside, but could see
sailboats, the people outside, seagulls and
even swans swimming close by the patio.
So lovely. The food was delicious and a
shout out to Julie and Wanda who treated
us like royalty.
So sorry about the art -- there will be some
tomorrow. Let this day be about love.
We loved getting away from our street, talk
of the G20 summit and loved sitting in a beautiful
spot.
My father walking me down the aisle
on the big day. How incredibly
happy I was. Yes I wasn't always
blonde.
