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the wedding of the century and pre-amble…

20 Oct
the happenings in harrys bedroom....

the happenings in harrys bedroom....

elaine and her daughters
elaine and her daughters

Well! It all began wonderfully, the wedding pre-amble. Saturday saw our house full, for the first time, with my family of origin. My brothers unfortunately could not be here but Russell, Elaine and my two sisters were happily ensconced within our home. Deb (fantastic cook) and I prepared a superb feast for all. We fed (in no particular order) Deane, Don, Elaine, Russell, Justine, Reuben, Julia, Lou, Drew, Matisse, Rose, Juliette, Paloma, Izzie, Harry and of course Deb and I ate rather well. It was a feast of mostly vegan food, most dishes were cooked, but two were raw. We also sent the two oldest girls to get hot chips for the ‘fussys’ we have. However, Drew and Matisse were away for nearly an hour,’playing’ in the school playgrounds so they arrived home with sweaty lukewarm chips,  a large proportion were ‘gone’. They denied eating them. The kids and Trudy the dog ate the left overs anyway.

We ate and toasted to…well…marriage and everything else.

deb and don
deb and don

Russell had bought a plastic bag full of old family photos which we devoured after dinner with much delight, memories bought to the fore and laughed about. (I came to the realization that I had looked disgusting from about the age of 16 till 23). I haven’t seen old photos of me or the family since living in Melbourne. It was a blast.

The house was quiet by about eleven thirty, Russell back to his hotel, Deb and Don to theirs and Julia stumbled home somehow. Lou and Justine slept on the sofa bed in front of the hated treadmill in the kitchen area. Matisse slept downstairs with Drew and Rosie. Elaine slept on the couch in the living area and Juliette on the floor beside her.
The Wedding Day!
I woke from a unsettled sort of 5 hour sleep feeling better than I had thought I would (having inhaled champagne and wine the evening previously). I, dressed in my running gear  wove  my way through copious bodies out into the glorious dawn. The morning was silent, the dawning pink of the sky reflected off the still sea. The air was fresh, all in all, it was the most perfect of perfect days. And it was my wedding day! I ran happily, contemplating marriage, and the stuff of life. I wanted Deane to be there to share in it, I felt a tad greedy, feeling sorry for the poor man/groom lying quietly in a warm bed.
Once home to a still silent house, I turned on the not so quiet coffee machine. Lou and Justine stirred and I offered to make them coffee. As the machine spat out the bitter brown, bodies seemed to appear and ask for more. I made five before I got mine. I then made them  organic carrot/beet, spinach and apple juice. I eagle eyed them till every drop was gone.
Deane mowed the lawn and basically ‘man-jobbed’ around the house getting grubbier and grubbier while the seven girls and Justine and I transformed slowly into butterflies, (with the help of Tracy-make up artist extraordinaire!). Harry was steadfast on his computer playing war games. Too many girl/women for him.
Eventually, Deane and Harry were also dressed in their black watch kilts. My heart skipped a beat when I spied Harry looking shy and gorgeous in his kilt, crisp white shirt, long socks. Deane and Lou were with him shoring him for the moments,( made up of wonderful moments) ahead.
A sparkling Justine and Lou  ushered seven polished children out of the door into the windless, blue skied day leaving me, the bride and Deane, the groom with Deb and Don. Deb was emotional in a rather nice way, Don his staunch self. The D’s left and there we were, dry mouthed but beautiful. We took our moments, soft worded it out of our door, knowing we would return the same;but different. On our stomach fluttery flight down our stairs, the neighbours parents, (they were babysitting the babies) called out to us and loudly sang, ‘here comes the bride..’.
We jumped glamorously into our beaten Toyota hi-ace, and made our way slowly slowly to ‘the pines’. I realised this was a ‘big thing’. I felt tearful. We arrived, I heard kids yell, ‘they’re here..!’. We couldn’t find a park. We drove right to the back and parked, and walked slowly down. Jennie, our celebrant met us smiling. We had (another) moment, another champagne, before beginning our walk up the stairs, to our family and friends.
Kerry and her trio played ‘air on a g-string’, which sounds rude but its not. I couldnt hear the melody. I was too nervous. The kids followed behind as we diverted the wrong way and the crowd had to laughingly tell us where to go. At the front, our guests seated, I threw my bag to Lou, my stole to Justine and relaxed a bit to notice individuals there. I kept yelling out ‘hi!’ to different friends-I was very happy to see everyone. We were all laughing and soon, with tears and laughter, we were wedded. Paloma joined our hands and peeked out between my skirts then began asking for a swing from us. We exchanged our rings and washers.
I am now a married woman. I havnt decided on my name yet.

three days till wedding

8 Oct

 

view from our top deck..i run around that bay...

view from our top deck..i run around that bay...

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Run the head junk out

26 Sep

I have a run, a meditation, a fruit salad, water and two coffees under my belt and its 8.20am. Saturday morning and there is no childrens sport to stand freezing on the sidelines at.  The three year old is still sleeping, so life is relatively peaceful. I am listening to the Marie Antionette soundtrack on my ipod. I have found this  a sufficient way to access peace in a small house full of children. Thats if they dont come up and poke me and attempt to yell through my headphones.

Deb found a great book for me regarding raw food. ‘Tis called, The Raw Food Gourmet..(by Gabrielle Chavez). Reading through it I am realizing the need to invest in a food dehydrator. I think raw fooding require’s time and planning. Obviously it is not a mainstream way to eat, so pre-planning is needed on going out, or, as I found recently, on holidaying.  The recipes in the book seem a bit complex but I am sure that is a case of practice.

My first run for seven days was this morning. I am planning on another one this evening too. After not being out for seven days it feels like i am beginning again…and again. etc. I just have to (once again) get over myself and run. I spend head junk time on my ‘starting over runs’ telling myself that I’m basically a loser for not running sooner etc. My negative, judgmental head would have me stop, but my will is stronger than that. The mind over body thing. Not so trivial.

I meditated for about fifteen minutes after the run. I did not fall asleep and was able to quietly focus on my breath…in – out -in etc. Maybe for me, meditating after running is good, I’m awake, and my head is relatively clear of head junk (running does that).

WEll! There is only two weeks to go before the wedding. I am telling friends that it is the ‘wedding of the century’. But I feel so disorganised, and too relaxed about it. I am sure one is not meant to feel this relaxed about it all? I will blog in a weeks time and see how I am feeling with a week to go!

laughing kids

laughing kids

First carrot pride and Peanut butter

5 Sep

Yes! Here lies the first carrot, proudly pulled from my garden, paraded to the family, washed and eaten by me. It was sweet! Many more to come….(I placed it near the garlic and lemon for size reference.)

The wedding (of the year) seems to be overtaking my life at the moment. As much as I didn’t want it to-it is.  And that is my excuse for not blogging for a week.

Two days ago, after dropping three year old at kindergarten, I proceeded to Maranui cafe planning on quiet time and caffeine hit. I arrived to a high volume, many peopled space. I asked for a mixture of the two salads that were left, a spelt pasta, and a soba pasta. (Yes both were cooked, organic, and  healthy although coated in very oily  dressings.) They boxed the salad for me, (large box-plastic fork,) and I headed out of the cafe- back to my car. I was comfortable, and thinking how lucky I was, at that particular moment – no kids, nice food, warm car, good mag to read, sound of the sea, and a view of the sea. I also thought how strange it was that an organic salad would be viewed as a ‘pig out’ by me.  Anyhoo, was yummy and I felt like a waddling fat pig for the rest of the day. 

I have been for three runs only this past week. Last night was quite a nice 45 minute run in the dark rain. I felt quite light and energetic and I put this down to a nearly consistent running week, that is, I never gave up…completely.  Also of course, my lighter eating habit helped. I have cut out all animal flesh from my diet including fish (although, when faced with a paua fresh from the ocean… I am pretty sure it will be beaten, and slapped on an oily/buttery hot cast iron pan and cooked…mmmm). The only dairy product I consume is a bit of organic trim milk in my cup of tea. I have swallowed about three litres of beet, carrot, apple, spinach (or kale), garlic juice in the last few days. I am sure it helped me recover from my weight lifting injury in record speed.

The habit I am having trouble with is the dreaded peanut butter habit. Okay, the peanut butter is organic with nothing but salt added. It’s flippin’ delicious mixed with raisins and banana, or dolloped onto celery or eaten straight out of the jar with a spoon. But it has 45 grams of fat per 100grams. I have also read that peanuts are not a product supreme anyway. They are associated with some sort of toxicity. I munch into them when searching for that ‘something’ extra…

I baked fougasse for my family today. It was hot out of the oven when the kids walked in the door from school…good timing again!.  Tonight for tea, Izzy has chosen ‘nachos’. Hmm, nutrientless food but it’s friday. I will throw a big salad or two together and hope for the best-(my attempt at not becoming too neurotic and ridgid regarding the familys diet).