Yesterday was what one might call a perfect day. We lingered over coffee and getting ready to go out, then went to our favourite local spot for breakfast (which was more like lunch by the time we got moving, but that's a moot point). After that the day was so beautiful with the sun shining and warm temperatures (relatively speaking) so we decided to not waste it (it was one of those days that makes you think that maybe spring really is just around the corner and it won't actually be winter forever). We went downtown and made our way over to the Rideau Canal, which bills itself this time of year as the World's Longest Outdoor Skating Rink. Serdic and I have lived in Ottawa for seven and five years respectively, and neither of us has set foot on the canal in that time (I have been skating on the canal in the dim, distant past as a child, but not since I moved here permanently). We didn't skate, but we spent a lovely couple of hours walking along the edge of the canal, watching the world go by and sharing a Beaver Tail and hot chocolate. We were apparently so disgustingly cute together that a lady passing by in the other direction stopped and offered to take our picture. Yes, friends, we are just that cute. Even perfect strangers recognize it.
After our jaunt on the canal we ran some errands, then picked up a rental movie and went home. Watched the movie cuddled on the couch, then napped, then dinner. Then I settled in for the annual orgy of self-congratulation that is the Oscars, one of my favourite guilty pleasures. Serdic disappeared into his office but he poked his head out every now and then, wanting to know what the score was. Smart ass.
They're all pretty good days these days, but this one was just a little extra special. Mostly because it was so ordinary, in the best possible sense of the word. My favourite song by my favourite band, Great Big Sea, is called Ordinary Day, and I think that really sums it up.
And I say way hey hey, it's just an ordinary day
And it's all your state of mind