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So it is a foot thing, the planter faciitis of which I previously spoke. Also, my dear Dr (who I usually rely on to negate my concerns) produced a very long and difficult to spell syndrome to do with my knees. The verdict? Not only do I have a sports injury, but I'm going to a sports injury *clinic*. Where the athletes go when they have a self induced owwy.
My hobbling adventures yesterday involved two planning meetings in a row, the last one with two mature professionals who turned out to be neighbours of mine. There was wine, and I didn't pour the second glass but take full responsibility for drinking it and then with the TALKING TALKING TALKING, I pray god (he/she/it/they/party of 12, whatever) that I didn't make a total ass of myself. Always the problem with me and booze, be it wine or scotch or mohitas. I. Get. Chatty. Anyway, I'm really looking forward to both weddings; the first couple have known each other for more than a decade and aren't shy about sharing the vision they've always had about what their wedding will be, and the venue is St. Lawrence Hall which has nice architecture but great coffee makers. The second couple hadn't considered marriage their whole lives until they met each other; only then was it right to think about. Theirs is at Hart House, which I'll always remember as the preferred venue if your musicians don't show up. In both cases I can be sure the couple gets what they want and there is an inspiring romance to each situation. Gotta love the love.
More on Hart House - it's gorgeous, kinda castle like feel. Nice place to get hitched if you don't mind students and tourists in the halls, and each room has something special to offer. The chapel itself is very small but the stained glass windows are something to write home about. Actually, if I remember the story correctly the stained glass came from shattered church windows overseas in WW2. Students who were serving in that war sent back fragments which were re-assembled into light mosaics for the chapel. Such an effort and a story are worth it on their own, but then you can think of the light itself - these shards of glass filtered light that shone down on worship and weddings, rites of passage and moments of political change from all over England and perhaps all over Europe. And then you stand before them and the filters of colour and texture shine light on you, and it's wonderful beyond wonderful. It's excellent. And in the chapel was the wedding where something happened with the musicians and they had to be replaced on the spot. One guest went walking and came back with a string quartet from Hamilton (??), little wee Asian teens for the most part in raver wear. Great gifts from strangers on a wedding day - what's could bode better than that?