Spring is coming, and although remnants of the last major snowfall still peek out from the lawns of some shady side streets, the air is fresh and the sun is bright. Sunday mornings now have that golden sunrise hue that seems to promise to last forever. New Year's Day was back in January, but as far as I'm concerned, this is really the new beginning.
My brother Mark moved in to a new place near Bathurst and Harbord with his girlfriend. The apartment is a second story one bedroom affair above what once was a coachhouse and now stands vacant. I haven't seen the inside yet - they just moved last Monday - but the bedroom has an east facing floor to ceiling window which promises glorious mornings, hardwood floors that Mark just loves, and best of all, blissful silence: nobody in the same building at all, above, below or beside. He's looking forward to doing a lot of writing and studious movie watching. I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little envious.
Rob W,, my dear old friend, is getting married in Ottawa this next weekend to his lovely fiancée Kate E. It's that time of life when friends are starting to marry, to buy houses, start families. On the one hand, it's delightful to see everyone doing so well, and to be handed such excellent opportunities to spend time with people who have drifted away a bit after the academic crush. On the other hand, it's a sobering reminder that there is a lot of work and forethought necessary to maintain an average middle-class lifestyle, and I've been letting that slide for too long now. On the gripping hand, I'm hugely happy for Rob and Kate, and I can't wait to celebrate with them.