Chris and Annette’s wedding in the afternoon and evening down at Brighton. Strange to see all those people, people I’ve probably met at some time or another, but never all together, and definitely never all in their best clothes!
Today’s photos See the photos page.
The mystery is partially solved…
Convinced that my finger couldn’t possibly have shrunk in the past two weeks, I ventured in to the city to visit the jewellers and ask them why my wedding ring is falling off. The ring was checked against the order form, tick, no problem. The finger was re-measured, uh-oh… It seems that somehow my finger was measured as a “P” but this was then transcribed somewhere as an “R” — two sizes larger.
What a day! Where do we start? How do we finish? How do we feel!
You could say it started in 1993 when I first met Jo… or maybe last year in Uralla when I proposed and we decided to get married.
However it started, today was a high point on how life progresses.
Butterflies and nerves this morning, Joey departed early to be made ready. Evan arrived to provide moral support and breakfast company.
Off to Wonga Park this morning to speak with Ivan — no, not Ivan the terrible — Ivan the chef. Final discussions on what we’ll feed the horde in two week’s time. He was quick to put us at our ease, and offered all kinds of helpful suggestions and hints, our preliminary choices only needed a little refining for everyone to be happy, then it was off to wander around the gardens to get a rough idea of where everything would be — and to look at the colours of the autumn vines.
One step closer… Raced out of Monash at ten past five, leapt on the bike and tore across town to try and pick up the invitations before the shop closed at six. I’d guessed that it should take less than forty minutes to get there… I made it — just. The three kilometres straight up Bourke road from the freeway is an impressive climb, especially with the added spice of bumper-to-bumper rush hour traffic.
Tick — another step complete. A wedding ring has been found. Much laughter ensued at the sight of numerous the One Ring(s) in the jewellery shop though, looking very much the production-line item, with cheap stamped elvish characters almost large enough to have been written by crayon.
I experiment. I play. I write and I take pictures. Some of the site is organised around topics, other parts are organized by date, then there’s always the cross-references between them.
Long ago it started as a learning experiment with a few static HTML pages, then I added a bit of server-side includes and some very ugly PHP. A hand-built journal/blog on top of that PHP, then a few experiments in moving to various static publishing systems. I’ve never wanted a database-based blogging engine, so over the years I’ve tried php, nanoblogger, emacs-muse, silkpage and docbook before settling on emacs org-mode for writing and jekyll for publishing. But the itch remained… I never really liked jekyll and the ruby underneath always seemed so much black magic. So now the latest incarnation is org-mode and hugo.