Saturday, May 24, 2008

Little things make me happy (also big things)

My friend Donna was one of the many people to whom Bob and I sent a marriage announcement in March. She recently moved and it took a very long time for her to get it. But when she did, she dashed off this email message:

Guess what else I finally got? Your wedding announcement! It was very clever, and it is now posted on our refrigerator.

That meant a lot to me and was all I was really looking for. Thank, you, Donna!

It's not about wedding gifts, it's about knowing that people are happy that this spinster and this bachelor finally got hitched. It was big news to us and I was really hoping to get more of an email (or any) response from the people who got a mailed announcement.

To be fair, I've realized that most people have the best of intentions, but let their busy lives determine their priorities. Many probably thought a marriage announcement deserved more than an email, so they were waiting until they got a real card or whatever, but then their lives took over and that card has yet to happen. We also did this very unconventionally and maybe it's hard to figure how to handle an elopement. End result: I heard nothing from most people and felt hurt that they didn't care.

Am I full of it? Do most people take that you-have-a-year stuff seriously and I should be more patient? Please let me know and I'll suck it up and stop whining about this. At any rate, this should be my last post on this particular topic.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Thanks, N/A!

Someone sent Bob and me an anonymous wedding gift through our online registry: the twelve-inch everyday pan. Since you didn't leave your name, I can only hope you read my blog (and I'm guessing it was someone who reads my blog since I posted the info about our online registry on my blog about a week ago). Thank you very much, Whoever You Are! We really needed that pan!

Friday, May 16, 2008

San Francisco's Top Court Legalizes Same-Sex Marriage

Yesterday California's Supreme Court declared that same-sex couples in California can marry.

Finally! It almost makes me wonder what I'm doing in the midwest whenever San Francisco shows its brave, progressive side like this. Gay and lesbian couples that are residents of any state, not just California, will be able to actually GET MARRIED, not have a civil ceremony. I hope we're done with that separate-but-equal crap. I think either everyone should be able to get married or no one should be able to get married.

I don't say it often, but thank god for California.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Always a vice-presidential nominee, never a presidential nominee?

The TIMING of John Edwards' endorsement of Barack Obama really does sort of deal a death blow to Clinton's campaign. Edwards waited for his moment, didn't he? Was this his plan all along? To step forward at the critical moment, when his announcement would be most likely to put an end to HIllary's nonsense, since he must have seen along ago that she'd never withdraw reasonably? He's like secret weapon, finally unveiled.

I almost feel sorry for Clinton. She was really trying to make her West Virginia win yesterday seem like momentum. She was REALLY working it, working hard. And Edwards just wipes it out. Yes, actually he did (sorry Clinton supporters, but not really).

This is a great time. We must enjoy it. How much good news have we had in the past 10 years? I commit to resisting every natural instinct I have and allowing myself to feel optimistic about the 2008 presidential election!

Are we really going to do this?

Sunday, May 11, 2008

"Spring," Part II

Another Chicago spring day: 49 degrees at 7:30 a.m, gray and drizzling. Temperatures today are expected to top out at about 56 F and it should rain all day. Hah! Happy Mother's Day! Maybe a sundress and hat?

Addition: At 10:30 a.m. it's 47 degrees, raining quite well and very windy. Maybe a mini-sundress.

Big Wedding Favor

Just ripped a pair of bedsheets recently and the situation is a bit dire. Donations?
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Name: Regina Rodriguez
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How's that for a shameless plug for wedding gifts, Obesio? Or just have fun looking at our wedding gift registry.

Saturday, May 10, 2008

"Spring"

Today on the far northside of Chicago, it was completely overcast and right around 60 degrees. At 6:30 pm, it's 57 degrees and cooling fast. Shall we slip into mini-dresses and sandals and go clubbing without sweaters?

Sunday, May 04, 2008

Chicago's coldest month

During the fall and winter months, we expect Chicago to be cold. Our landlords and building managers (reluctantly) run the heat and we all bundle up and keep our scarves and gloves handy.

But around this time of year, everyone begins to ignore the weather forecast, and starts dressing according to their own expectations of what the weather should be doing. This is stupid. For instance, a few days ago the forecast was for temperatures in the high 40's/low 50's, yet I saw many people dressed in light jackets, sweaters or no outer wear at all. And they looked cold.

Why do Chicagoans do this? I actually hear people insisting that "It's May," as if the weather should warm up on principle. May in Chicago is not a warm month. I've lived here for 15 years and I have only experienced one, ONE Memorial Day on which people did not need to slip on a sweater or jacket by mid-day. Memorial Days in Chicago are chilly. The temperature on that day is always just a little bit too cold to comfortably spend the entire day outdoors. By "comfortably" I mean that at no point do you wish you'd brought an extra pullover. Or ski jacket. That's just how it is, year after year.

This is our coldest month because it's the month during which there is the biggest discrepancy between the weather and the way people cover up. We're cold in February, but we also keep our heaviest clothes on. In May, many people slip into flipflops, switch long pants for light skirts and shorts and prematurely store their jackets. And then they freeze and spend the whole month complaining about how cold it is.

A friend of mine told me there's a Swedish saying that there's no such thing as bad weather, only bad planning. In the spring, most Chicagoans plan horribly. At the risk of sounding like a northern California jerk, maybe it's because I'm originally from the San Francisco Bay Area that I don't put away my long coat until June.