Wednesday
August 8, 2001

Luna and Janus get married.

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Here are a few of my favorite online haunts:

REALTOR.ca
[This is the site I visit to fantasize about living in Toronto again, which is almost every single day during the winter]

Jonathan Cainer's Zodiac Forecasts
[This is where I visit in the morning, when I need a positive spin on things past, present and future.]

Living Local
[This is where I go to see what Canadians are up to, sometimes I even buy things from the businesses listed there.]

Environment Canada Weather
[This is the site I visit every morning, and before every road trip during the winter]

Several times I have sat down to write, the words pouring raw and sweet. Each of these entries has been discarded as harboring temporary feelings and partially formed visions. So much has happened in the last few weeks and so much has yet to unfold.

Luna's wedding day arrived, picture perfect. I know I am biased, but I do believe that Luna was the most beautiful bride I have ever seen, and Janus the happiest groom. The ceremony took place at the private airfield and country home of friends. The setting was beautiful. The sun shone brightly. There were smiling people everywhere, reunions between seldom seen friends. I played my part, resplendent in the mother-of-the-bride dress, tottering about in tortuous but beautiful shoes, clutching my bouquets and sniffing at my corsage. In spite of myself I enjoyed every last second of my daughter's marriage.

I was lucky to share the day with Attila, his mother and stepfather, his daughter and her boyfriend, and my good friends Steve Paul, Auntie Mame, Carpe Diem and Hoover. There is something wonderful about sharing an occasion and ritual with those you love. Janus' large family is a warm, funny, and friendly group, and I do believe everyone enjoyed themselves tremendously.

The ceremony took place in a lovely garden; white chairs lined the aisle. The wedding invitations and programs repeated that this ceremony would be "where their dreams will take flight". A small plane, flown by a friend of the family, circled, dipped, and wrote their wishes in the sky. We waved, the pilot waved, and then he flew off into the distance as the limousine drew near.

The bride and her attendants arrived in a white limousine, walking through an arbor of tulle and white roses, down the aisle, and taking their places before the minister. Attila, in a tuxedo for the first and possibly the last time in his life, carefully escorted Luna to the waiting Janus, who watched her approach with a look intense and loving. It was a look that would bring tears to a mother's eye, and that is exactly what it did, to both mothers.

Photographs were taken in the garden, hundreds of photographs or so it seemed. Refreshments were served on the lawn, under a canopy. We chatted and laughed and enjoyed the beautiful weather, wildlife, and people.

The reception was held at a hotel banquet hall in a nearby city. The meal was very good by all accounts. Speeches followed the meal. Janus' brother had some very amusing things to say about the "Janus survival kit" he had assembled for Luna. This kit included a real gas mask... which Luna donned for photographs. Terra spoke of her admiration for her inspiring older sister.

Janus' mother read a vintage "advice to the bride" brochure which surely no one could ever have taken seriously, or could they? It was very funny. I expressed my gratitude that Luna had found someone with whom she was so well matched and proposed a toast to Janus' mother and father for a job well done.

Attila and I retired late, while the party carried on into the morning.

Luna and Janus will leave soon for a honeymoon in England.

Terra is up to her ears in unmentionable teenage behavior. Least said, soonest mended. I hope. I keep telling myself, "Remember to breathe!"

Since the wedding Attila has been taking every opportunity to indulge in his favorite pass time, sleep. I have joined him in this obsession. If we are not actively engaged in an activity, we are sleeping.

It does not help that the heat and humidity are almost unbearable. The thermometer outside my dining room window registered at 40 degrees centigrade today. We have had one death in Ontario due to the heat, a man died of heat stroke while working at a bakery. Conditions are more severe to the south of us, in the United States, where a greater number of fatalities have resulted from the high temperatures. Luckily, our home is air-conditioned and the indoor temperature is a cool 28 degrees centigrade, without humidity. For three days in a row, record high temperatures have been recorded in Ontario. Tomorrow we shall have more of the same, according to the weather people.

Attila and I sleep, we occasionally roll over. We are not done yet.



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The bride comes down the aisle.
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Temp: 25` C
Humidity: 69%
Wind: W 4 km/h
Barometric:101.3 kPa

Sunrise 6:23 AM DST
Sunset 8:36 PM DST
 

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Canadian Maggie Turner writes and publishes poetry, photography, and a personal journal online. Her work reflects the current way of life in Canada, embracing Canada's past, present, and future in a unique portrayal of everyday life. Maggie's voice is one of the many that actively depict the rich diversity of Canadian culture.

Photography: "a term which comes from the Greek words photos (light) and graphos (drawing). A photograph is made with a camera by exposing film to light in order to create a negative. The negative is then used in the darkroom to print a photograph (positive) onto light-sensitive paper.
Source: University of Arizona Glossary

Poetry: "a form of speech or writing that harmonizes the music of its language with its subject. To read a great poem is to bring out the perfect marriage of its sound and thought in a silent or voiced performance. At least from the time of Aristotle's Poetics, drama was conceived of as a species of poetry."
Source: Creative Studios

Journal: " "Though a journal may be many things - a treasury, a storehouse, a jewelry box, a laboratory, a drafting board, a collector's cabinet, a snapshot album, a history, a travelogue..., a letter to oneself - it has some definable characteristics. It is a record, an entry-book, kept regularly, though not necessarily daily.... Some (entries) will be nearly illegible, written in the dark in the middle of the night.... Not only is it a record for oneself, but of oneself. Every memorable journal, any successful journal, is honest. Nothing sham, phony, false...." (Dorothy Lambert from Ken Macrorie's book, Writing to be Read )
A journal is a way to keep track of your thoughts about what you read... as well as what you did on any given day."
Source: Journal Writing

A Blog is an online journal created by server side software, often hosted by a commercial interest.

"The term "weblog" was coined by Jorn Barger[4] on 17 December 1997. The short form, "blog," was coined by Peter Merholz, who jokingly broke the word weblog into the phrase we blog in the sidebar of his blog Peterme.com in April or May 1999.[5][6][7] Shortly thereafter, Evan Williams at Pyra Labs used "blog" as both a noun and verb ("to blog," meaning "to edit one's weblog or to post to one's weblog") and devised the term "blogger" in connection with Pyra Labs' Blogger product, leading to the popularization of the terms."
Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_blogging


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