Today's our eighth anniversary and the temperature has risen significantly. No, really! Although, the heat has nothing to do with our celebration. The weather simply decided to hit over 30 C and made me sweat even though I didn't forget the anniversary.
It reminds me of an equally hot day exactly eight years ago in Las Vegas, when we ran into the coolness of the County Clerk's office and exchanged the vows, directed by a large black clerk-woman who gently rocked to the music of her own words. We didn't do it in Vegas to show off. Simply, we wanted to get married, and to do it in Toronto would take from 3 to 6 months. So we flew to Vegas, landed shortly after noon and were married a couple of hours later. And, no, Elvis wasn't there!
Friday is the garbage collection day in our neighborhood. I know it doesn't sound like the topic for a blog. The thing is, the neighbors all along our street take their rubbish out a day before--on Thursday. Alarmingly, some of them started trashing out on Thursday morning! Now, if you calculate in the daily temperature I mentioned, you'll understand my anger. The garbage simmers in the sun for the whole day, spreading all kind of foul aromas throughout the otherwise lovely neighborhood. To add to the pain, wind has plenty of time to blow the loose papers and stinky food wraps all around. We take our bins out just before we leave for work on a Friday morning, but we may be the only one with a bit of consideration for the neighborhood, the air we breath, the cleanliness of our street and mother Nature. Sometimes feels really lonely to be right among the wrongs.
After work, we celebrated in air conditioned atmosphere of Alice Fazooli's superb Italian eatery with a small bottle of Chianti and some really delicious food. And now I'm wasting our time together on this blog entry, so I will cut it short right here and pay attention to my lovely wife.
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