So, for as much as I've fought it, I think that I'm actually getting more used to the time change here. I'm going to bed later more comfortably and waking up around 8 local time, which is about right. I have such a hard time scraping my body out of bed in the morning. I love to sleep and see getting up as an end of something sweet. As the poet Robert Bly says, "I sleep to wake and take my waking slow." I don't know if I completely sleep to wake. I think I sleep to sleep. And dream. I love dreaming -- for the most part. The other night at Sunny's, I awoke from a really bad dream where people were being murdered everywhere -- most of them male, all of them were male. All of were brawny men, hanged and swinging, or in pools of deep red blood, and I was being framed for it. I didn't sleep late that day. That's the day I didn't crawl into Sunny's bed for she finally conked out and I wanted her to rest. She came into the kitchen as I was making tea and said, "I dreamed last night. It was a bad dream. People were trying to kill me." How random. I was being framed for murder and even under physical harm myself and one room away she was running for her life. What are the odds of that one?
I wrote a whole blog yesterday about yesterday, only the words got lost when I tried to upload it. Poof! They just disappeared into cyberspace. Which is good, because it was sleepy writing. I'm not sure it was saying what I wanted it to say.
The drive up here yesterday was amazing. The mountains were spectacular. Sharp rock shards covered in snow, stretching its giant peak taller and taller into the bright, cerulean blue sky. I was overwhelmed. They started at sea level and went up, up, forever. They were cut in the middle by clouds. So the base was the deep green, almost black with water lapping their base. Then they rose. Thick and massive, reaching out farther and farther to the sides as they rose higher and higher. The clouds came and above the clouds were rocky slopes with white snow highlights. In fact, at times, it looked like the mountain tops were not actually a part of the base below. The base below looked calm, quiet like a nice hike in the woods. And the peaks were absolute adventure.
There were times as we were traveling up here to Whistler, that I had to stop talking and just stare out in wonder. I was amazed by it all and in some ways wish I lived so close to be able to visit here again and again with ease.
Everyone around here is talking about how cold it is. I wonder what world they are living in. It must be the Seattle world, for this weather is not cold at all. It's comfortable winter. It's what winter should be.
When I was out to dinner the other night with Andrew's friend and we were eating the biggest burritos I have ever seen, I found myself sweltering hot. I was wearing what I would wear at home on a January night -- orange corduroy pants, a long sleeve t-shirt and a wool sweater. I had fingerless gloves on me, but as it turned out, I didn't need them either. In fact, at dinner, I really wanted to strip off the sweater and just be there in the tee. The guy across from me was in a long sleeved white with thin purple plaid button-down shirt. That was it. No sweater. Yes, a jacket for outside, but that too was not heavy really. Climate in Seattle is weird, but I think I really like it.
Dinner took forever to come to our table last night. I found myself becoming more and more distracted and unable to hold a train of thought in my head. The poor Sarah sitting next to me. It's a wonder if I made any sense at all. As we were at the table, Sunny was next to Sarah and next to Sunny was Andrew. I found myself looking at Andrew and Carolyn together, thinking back to when we met, when we were 14.
I don't think Andrew is exactly the man I pictured her to choose for her life-partner. Back then she was going for tall -- really tall -- which was sort of funny because she's like 5', a bit shorter than I, and with heels comes to a little taller than I. Andrew fits the tall bill. He's way over 6', that's for sure. He's strong. Sunny needs that too. She's a force and she needs someone who will be able to stand up to her gales. Andrew is not a push-over, but he loves her. That is clear. He values Sunny and all she has to offer.
I like Andrew. I "smelled him" as Henry Winkler says in one of my favorite (horrible) Christmas movies, The Most Wonderful Time of the Year, and he's good people. In fact, yesterday on our way up here, Andrew and I were texting somewhat voraciously. Turns out Sunny was bummed, saying, "Why isn't she texting me? Why is she texting you?" My response to that was Sunny couldn't reply with her cell service, just like I found out that shouldn't reply to texts while up here in Canada, but that Andrew was. He and I were having a conversation. One, I found out later, that made him think that I'm crazy... yes, fun, but a little crazy.
After dinner, we threw Sunny a little shower here in our room. And not too long before we broke it up, we got a call from the front desk stating that we were being a little loud and our neighbor next to us was being disturbed by our noise. I tried to explain that we were throwing the bride a party, and the receptionist was uber-nice and said she would try to explain it to our neighbor. We packed up the cupcakes and sent Sunny out the door with bags full of barely clothes made of satin and lace, and in some cases, barely cloth at all.
Which leads me to one other thought. We are here at Nita Lake Lodge is Whistler and the people who work at the front desk and/or answer the phone when you call down there -- they are ridiculously happy and sweet. They all have exotic accents, and most of them are not placeable -- they aren't Canadian, unless it's a part of Canada I've never heard before.
One of the other bridesmaids that I'm sharing this room with, she just opened the blinds. Our view is remarkable. We have the frozen lake out our window with the mountains right behind it. I will have to take some photos this afternoon when we are all outside in our little dresses freezing our butts off in the cold, because Sunny wants outside shots in the snow with us all dressed up in our fancy duds.
Like I said before and I'll say it again: it's Sunny; I will do anything for her. Even freeze all of my assets so that she gets the photos that she wants on her wedding day.