7 years and holding

Celebrating 7 years of anything. Now that in itself is a huge feat in my life! To honour that time with slaDE~, now that is something I truly treasure.
In honour of our 7 years together, I wanted to celebrate this momentous occasion with the fullest and most entertaining experience possible (for a Wednesday night that is). Something truly special for my beloved. In this case, using the tickets that I won to the Theatre Calgary play ‘Skydive’ seemed appropo and enthusiastically fun! Racing home on my bike (yes, I’m still cycling every day to work, despite the minus temperatures in the morning), I arrived breathlerss and in desparate need of a shower, however quick that might be. In true fashion, I was ready and raring to go in 10 minutes; remarkably on time for our 5:15 reservation at the fine dining restaurant ‘Cilantro’. We’ve been wanting to go here for ages, but being as spendy as it is, we wanted to hold out for a special occasion, such as tonight. The dining extravaganza didn’t let us down. The seafood was divine and cooked to perfection. After luxuriously savouring our meal, we strolled down to the theatre hand in hand and, upon arriving, settled in to our seats, with full bellies and satisfied smiles.

my HusbandThe play was outstanding (and involved no standing!). Many corny references to the 80s era and 80s music were made. Two actors managed to fill the stage and 90 minutes with high flying acrobatic-like maneuvers. How they did this was incredible …. it involved a cantilever see saw of sort that had the actor attached by a harness around the pelvis to a hoist that was maneuvered by 4 men on the other weighted end. I wish that I had taken a photo of this remarkably simple but efficient ballast system that had a steering wheel on one end to twist and turn the actor on the other. What truly was remarkable is that one of the actors was a paraplegic! The system had molded legs that helped the actor stand and fly and rotate in every possible direction. What an incredible gift. Needless to say, we were enthralled by the whole experience, loving every moment of this incredibly engaging and witty story.

As Morgan tells his brother Daniel in the play “When you free-fall, you don’t feel the fall, only the free”.

The Globe and Mail desrcibes the system as such

Technically, Skydive is a fascinating and unique show. Frazer and Sanders are each strapped to an ES Dance Instrument, a device invented by the show’s “aerial choreographer” (and former Arctic explorer) Sven Johansson in the 1980s. The actors are attached to long steel poles and manoeuvred like puppets up and down, side to side and in spiralling circles by black-clad operators.

Sven also pioneered dance for the disabled in 1994. “The ES Dance Instrument compensates for lack of balance, blindness and muscular inability,” he says, “giving freedom of movement to persons who would not otherwise be able to dance for enjoyment or artistic expression.”

A wonderful anniversary to say the least!

News out the ying yang

Today was truly a momentous, most memorable day … full of decisions, laughter and surprises.

It all started out as a conversation around returning home to Ontario. When Aaron’s fiance, Otto, decided to shy away (temporarily?) from the prospect of marriage, slaDE~ and I were flip flopping on the idea of cashing in our airline tickets or go home for a quick visit. Over the weekend, Westjet had flagged their $99 seat sale — offering up one way from Calgary to TO. On top of that, today they added an extra 5% bonus off the ticket price. Even with a cancellation fee of $84 per person on our tickets, we couldn’t turn down the opportunity of a $400+ savings in flying home on different dates. Wicked! We’d be going home after all 🙂

And then came the question that literally stunned me …. the term ‘knock me over with a feather’ comes to mind. slaDE~ asked me, in his calmest coolest sexiest voice, to marry him, whilst we were at home. At first I thought slaDE~ was joking. For the past 2+ years, we have lived with open hearts living a true connection that has been marriage in the ultimate form … with heart, soul and mind, bank accounts and lives intertwined. What more could one ask for?! To us, our union (from the moment I returned from Guatemala, over 2 years ago) has been as official as one could ever hope, want or desire.

However, to be truthfully honest, an official ceremony has been tickling at the back of my mind … thoughtfully considered as a ‘someday event’, a possibility. Dating back to my young girlish days, something to be desired, but in my current mindset, not a necessary formality.

Zooming back to that moment of disbelief …. M A R R I A G E. WOW! Who would have ever thought?
And slowly, the truth and beauty of what the ceremony would mean was co-cre8ted with my best friend: an informal, non-traditional, meaningful and love-filled ceremony, on August 22, 2008. Shared with the closest of family and friends. Truth, connection and love. Ahhhhh. Now that’s what I call a party!

Fallen angel

Wanting to enjoy the most of this summer’s day, I set out on my bike, soaking up the sun, celebrating in the purity of the clear blue sky. It was divine and indulgent. Perhaps a bit too indulgent? After visiting with my friends Sara and Michael, I hopped on my mountain bike and started the uphill journey to my friend Susan’s foreign exchange / end-of-Stampede barbeque. Perhaps daydreaming a bit too much, I somehow caught my u-Lock on my handlebars and quickly locked up any steering capabilities. When trying to steer around a corner, the bike refused my cornering input and henceforth sent me flying off, landing abruptly on my right wrist, sending shockwaves through my injured shoulder and cre8ting instant pain and swelling. My first reaction was to find an immediate source of ice and elevation. I gently hopped on my bike and carefully, but quickly, ‘hobbled’ home, there encasing my injured arm in ice for an hour. Realizing that the pain was persistently complex, I gingerly made my way to the new Urgent Care centre (luckily only a few blocks away) and silently awaited my turn in Triage, the waiting room and finally was granted a visit with the on-duty Orthopedic Assistant Surgeon. After several xRays and an anxious turn in the waiting room, I was given an uncertain answer as to the extent of my injury. Neither a break nor a fracture could be visualized; however, precaution was taken with the ‘gifting’ of a partial plaster cast, encased from thumb to elbow. The pain I was experiencing was characteristic of a scaphoid fracture, and an appointment for 10 days back here at the Urgent Care would be needed. How convenient that this would fall on the day before slaDE~ and I were to leave for our trip to Nelson, BC for our Level 2 Teacher Training. Ack!!!! How this would change things was yet to be established.

Yippee, yahoo. The end of the Calgary Stampede. Not quite the ‘bang’ I was anticipating ::>{o