as it should be

One thing about series on the BBC -- things have a higher likelihood not to go the way you planned. People die tragically more often. I've stayed up 'til 2 in the morning to see the finale of a series I loved where all you watch for is to see a particular man and woman admit they love each other. They finally do, and then that night she's accidentally electrocuted. Odd, but somehow fitting.

There's a time for everything. Today that thing was a wedding, a somewhat eccentric ceremony that was also one of the best I've attended. The couple married outside an abandoned country church beneath a massive old oak. There was a fiddler, and at least one groomsman wore Birkenstocks. The groom kissed the bride, then he hugged her, then he picked her up and twirled her around, he was so happy.

The old country church was a lovely setting, though unusual -- the yard was surrounded not only by rolling hillsides but cemetery. But it seemed appropriate -- another life moment, another milestone.

We have these milestones, but they are a handful of moments among a lifetime of moments.

It seems like life shouldn't be this complicated, yet I look at this TV show -- the realistic complication was what I appreciated.

But then, I also appreciate simplicity. :)

It's 2 a.m. That's why this makes no sense.