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august 24, 2000. Sitting at my computer; listening to Big Sugar. I'm waiting for that post-wedding depression to set in...nothing yet. I'm simply too busy & too content for something as mundane as let down. (Watch - now it'll come a-rushing. Sometimes I just don't know when to quit teasing the Dogs of Irony.)
It's Thursday now. We got back from our truncated honeymoon this morning, leaving only a ½ hour behind schedule. Working hard to deny the rental guys that one extra day. The way home was marked by hot coffee, grey skies, messy backseat, companionable silence punctuated by the latest Cure album and (of course) Martha Reeves and the Vandellas. We've briefly run out of things to say to one another. I've never felt so comfortable in my life...it's almost like being alone to do what I wish, but oh so much better when there is one to do it with me.
Love love love.
I never would've anticipated this calm back in February, back when I felt like I was trapped in a shrinking chamber of guilt & expectations. I like how things change, and how they always change for the better if you give it enough time. Awww, as b-girl would say.
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It was very relaxing honeymoon, I must admit. The Husband's grandparents live in a very nice part of Southern Ontario. He made a date at their favourite restaurant for the four of us, for as he explained, until you've shared a dinner at the Clarkson House with the Grandparents, you're not really married. (In fact, he rather suspects that the dinner meant far more to his hardcore atheist grandfather than the marriage service itself.) Getting out of the city took an ass-long time, so we were unable to check into a motel anywhere in the area before dinner hour. We arrived rumpled & headachey but on time.
Dinner was amazing. If ever you're ever in Lewiston, NY, you could do far worse than dinner at the Clarkson. We sat & talked & ate & laughed. I've very rarely felt so comfortable with my own relatives, let alone someone else's...although I suppose they belong to me now, as do Pixie & Q & Scout. Yay!
We were offered a room at the house, as they were leaving for vacation themselves the next day. The next few days were like a preview of being old. I loved it. We strolled to the theatre, ate in nice restaurants, looked at all the pretty things for sale and went to bed early. That was Niagara on the Lake, a posh part of the world to be sure, but still charming in its entirely studied quaintness. We bought hats, because we didn't look enough like young gad-abouts.
On Wednesday, we took a day trip to the Falls, and managed to have a good, though expensive time. It's just so much work to have fun there. The Maid of the Mist (VII), however, was everything it's cracked up to be. I almost lost a contact lens, but the Boy very heroically saved the day on my behalf. My view of the falls from that point onward was one-dimensional, yet impressive. The boat was filled with young orthodox Jewish boys, all chattering away happily. It was wonderful.
Today we spent driving and eating & catching up with the home folks. Somewhere along the line, we've managed to misplace the Rosemary Clooney CD and my mom's cellular phone. Eep.
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