Random post-Christmas notes:
On my long run this morning (23km, along the Stanley Park Seawall, and then doubling back), I managed to witness the moment, at an outdoor wedding overlooking the beach, when the Officiant had just pronounced Husband and Wife. A heartfelt kiss shared by the Bride and Groom was greeted with applause. . . I ran on, smiling . . .
A bit further along, between Siwash Rock and the Lions Gate Bridge, a gaggle of tourists were excitedly delighting in the antics of three otters. The three played on a minuscule island that kept them above the rising tide. Less than 40 feet from their audience on the Seawall, they had the smitten crowd captivated.
While I avoid stores for at least a few weeks after Christmas, our son-in-law generously took Paul shopping for raw denim jeans. The Boxing Week price brought a very cool pair of slim Tellasons home. These promise to be the perfect jeans for Paul: clean, simple, rugged but not clunky, and above all, shape-holding. No more baggy knees! Credible good looks, no affectations.
Representation here might sometimes lean to the idyllic, although I hope that's not the case. But in among all the talk of festive and family and beautiful gatherings, etc. etc., it seems only fair to mention that a sustained argument was recently had, one of those trivial domestic issues that quickly take on bizarre proportions, having gathered up all sorts of previously tucked-away hurts and annoyances. At root were expectations, mine and his. Communication was, yet again, shown to have room for improvement. Fortunately, all was mended, albeit not before tears were shed (I can be such a baby! Surprises me, sometimes, that this is still the case. . .)
Mending was consolidated by movie-going and a leisurely meal at a favourite nearby bistro, la Brasserie. Do you have such a gem in your neighbourhood? Walking distance, so that you can enjoy the decent wine list, craft beer offerings, without fear of drinking interfering with driving. . .
This afternoon, we finally found time to visit the Charles Edenshaw exhibition at the Vancouver Art gallery. Unfortunately, we only had 35 minutes before closing time, but we saw enough of this 19-20th century First Nations (Haida) artist's work to know we must get back to see the rest.
And now it's time to dress for dinner. We have reservations for a Vancouver favourite that I've wanted to get to for years and years. Can't wait to see if Bishop's lives up to the promise. I'm sure it will, having heard so many praise the restaurant highly over the years.
But before I go, I should round off this potpourri of random by answering those of you who wonder how the leopard fur vest was received by my 5-year granddaughter. Well, those of you who predicted she would love it were absolutely right. In fact, she wore it through most of Christmas Eve and all of Christmas Day. I didn't get a photograph,sadly, having decided to keep the camera tucked away. but I can tell you that she looks very fashionable in it. And happy!