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July 1, 2000
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Of Travel and Holidays


If travel while pregnent is like this, I am just going to be completely doomed. I don't want to do this again, and really, really don't want to try this any more than I have to. It hurts. It's hard enough trying to get everything to work at home, where I have access to all the foods I want, and in my normal bed, but this is just ridiculous.

I think it was a combination of the unfamiliar bed, the high altitude and my making the mistake of forgetting my vitamin the night before, so I ate it first thing in the morning. But by the time I got to breakfast I was nearly fainting. I couldn't even face the thought of eggs or bacon or anything greasy, so I got oatmeal with fresh fruit, brown sugar, and milk. It was Scottish cut oats, slow cooked and creamy. So it went down pretty easily. I actually ate half the bowl with the sliced bananas and fresh blueberries. That worked out really well, gradually. The whole oats seemed to help my system steady out and the fruit sugars gave me a boost without the crash of a straight sucrose rush. So it made it so that I could stand up again and actually get to the car.

A little girl in the restaurant noticed my 'pretty hair' and commented on it. I thanked her and she speculated, with her mother, about why I had the coloring and the sea-colored dress. That was fun to hear, and helped distract me pretty well.

I don't think I really realized, before this, just how much I just munch and sip on random things during the day at work and at home. And how necessary that grazing has been for the fact that I haven't had morning sickness. I just felt pretty drained and miserable all day, even when I wasn't doing all that much.

We first drove over to where the reception would be so that John could set up the CO2 for the beer. He brought a tank and Tom had brought one, so they should, together, be able to pump 25 gallons of various beers in five gallon batches pretty thoroughly. I filled a water bottle and used the indoor, nice, running water bathrooms that were at the site. My bladder has gotten mildly squished by internal changes and the kidneys have gotten more efficient, so the combination increases the frequency of my visits to the bathroom. Luckily, this was a nice, clean place that I could use before going up on the mountain for the whole ceremony, and it worked out really well.

The wedding was wonderful. Not too unexpectedly. It was entirely non-demoninational, and the parks pastor knew what he was doing and the audience he was playing with and working with, and it was a ceremony that was nearly solely focused on love and the power of love and the beauty of marriage. It had nearly nothing to do with God, other than as some background witness, and had everything to do with the promises that the two principles were giving to each other. That was very, very sweet. They even wrote a poem in the intentions that went something like "Though the sun may darken, though the stars may burn out of the night sky, though the seas would empty, and all truth turn to lies, doubt not my love for you." I don't have the words of it, but some of the sense of it, I think. There were other keen bits, with the family asked to take a vow to support the marriage as well, and the vows themselves were clean and mutual. I enjoyed that very much, even sitting under a sun that's two miles closer to my head than it would be if I were on some beach. We were up around 12,000 feet.

The mountain top itself was just gorgeous. Tiny wild flowers sprayed everywhere, and on the western side of the mountain there was a lot more rain, so the trees and the meadows were green and the lakes weren't sad and empty. There were kids and adults at the lake fishing and swimming and splashing about. At the outdoor chapel, there was only an empty, rough wooden cross overlooking the next several hundred miles of mountains out to the east along with all the sky above them. Huge and a really marvelous backdrop for the ceremony. Of course we were all out in the sunshine of the clearing for the whole thing, but the good bit was that there were wooden benches all lined up, so no one had to stand for the whole thing other than the wedding party. Still it got pretty hot pretty quickly and I half longed for a hat to keep the sun from slipping over my sunglasses to my eyes.

It was fun, informal, with some joking around, and a dog for the ring bearer. The real emphasis seemed to be entirely on everyone having fun, and having the two principles declare their undying love for each other for everyone to witness. Nothing about formality or being terribly serious or a lot of other stuff. It was very nice.

There were appetizers circulated about while the party had their pictures taken and then the bride and groom were taken away in a horse drawn carriage. Which was then subsequently passed by all the cars, kicking up dust on the dirt road. That was mildly funny; but the ride itself was likely picturesque after all the cars had gone by. We ended up back at the reception area, and I went straight to the bathrooms, which were empty when I got there, and there was a line a dozen long when I exited. It's good to know where things are. We then sat down with several co-workers and their wives and kids and enjoyed a really nice reception with good food by a caterer called the Spice of Life. There was fresh mozarella salad with basil and tomatoes, lovely salmon with a mango salsa, and entire New York strip steaks. I had them cut a few into thirds, as there was no way I'd be able to have both salmon and an entire steak!

We ate, it was hot, there was dancing. There was also a huge playground in the back of the area. Max is like two and a half, Zane is like five, and the two kids were a handful for their parents, so they were happy when John and I took them around to the playground and watched them for a while. It was very peaceful to sit on the swings and watch the kids play and play with them some. Max loved this motorcycle thing with a side car all on a huge spring, that with his small body weight, he could make rock back and forth pretty quickly. He was in the sidecar when John perched on the motorcycle and with John's great weight the spring was a bit overloaded so it just went all the way to its max bend one way and if John shifted it'd go all the way the other way. Much slower, which perplexed Max a little, but he enjoyed the ride.

It all wore me out a bit, though. It's getting more and more like my body is always 'doing something' while I'm trying to do the things I want to do. I guess that's actually a pretty accurate thing, all in all. Somene actually stopped to ask me if I was okay, which was very sweet of them. John and I left before the party was done, but then a lot of people were staying Saturday night as well, so they were going to party as long as they could.

The drive back was gorgeous. We went the long way through Rocky Mountain National Park, with a stop at probably one of the cleanest pit toilet sets I've ever seen. It's just the sheer expanse of the Rockies that's so intriguing. Just mountain after mountain after mountain. There are more than two dozen 14'ers, i.e. mountains that are over 14,000 feet in the range, and the range itself is just impressive from all angles.

We didn't get food until we got home, though, which may well have been a little mistake. John did get me fed, and it felt good to be home again. We went to the Goodells' to get Fezzik and I hugged him a lot. That was comforting.

I managed the walk the next morning, but felt really awful by the time it was done, so bad that I was lying on the floor, groaning at John while he made me lunch. Eating helped some, but I was still dizzy and queasy and unhappy. It seems, however, mostly related to lack of sleep as I slept a lot that night and the next two nights for the four day weekend. It was nice to have all that time off, but mildly frustrating to spend nearly all of it either watching what it was I was eating or trying to get enough sleep and still have a little exercise without wearing myself out.

On the fourth we invited Bob, Mai and Andrew over and had them over for rotissarie duck, with pancakes, peanut butter noodles, and some salad. They provided the salad and Mai helped make the noodles. So I didn't fall over, which was nice. The duck was moist and crisp and lovely and turned out really well. Mai got diverted by the pancakes, and wanted to learn the dough as well, in order to make scallion pancakes. So we did that for a while, and had fun making those as well as eating them when they were done. So it was a generally relaxing time for all. We also watched bits and pieces of The Matrix off my special edition DVD. John bought a better DVD player from Costco on one trip there, and it doesn't skip and does seem to do really well. One of the days I slept most of the day, John went off and bought a sound system for the DVD player as well. All five speakers and a woofer and a powered amp. Nice set for not too much money and it makes all the difference.

The days were just all so hot, it's been draining as well. Hopefully things will cool a little again, eventually, this string of 90 degree days is pretty unusual here.

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