Bedsides and Bridesmaids
I’m thinking about going home. To be more precise, I’m about to go home.
My mom is still recovering from an ailment in her spine, and so I’ll be visiting her in the hospital. That whole matter is a little scary for me, so I’m trying not to dwell on it too much. I’ll just be there for support, as best I can. I think it helps a mom to have her kid there for her. I hope its enough.
My best friend is getting married. To be more precise, my best friend, the self-professed anarchist, is getting married. I’ve long ago given up my eyebrow-raising on that note though, and I just know that their new family will be a happy one.
The wedding plans, as I’ve been able to follow them, have varied from, at the inception, a grand and noble ancient scottish affair, to something smaller than a practical wedding. Last night, Luke told me “We didn’t invite many people, but the closer it gets to it, the more people there are that want to come!” This is what you should expect in a villiage such as ours.
Sure sure, its all well and good to pay your social dues, attending to bedsides and ceremonies and all but, I’m going to find it difficult to concentrate. There’s a certain someone coming home to see her brother’s wedding, and to see to her other brother’s baby that’s due — a certain someone I’m a bit crazy about. (but you gotta hush about it. Im tryin to play it cool).
Her name is Ashley.
Can I say that I’m crazy about someone? Is it appropriate? Mature? Is it a jynx? I ask that last one because she has come here all the way from Thailand, where she has been since January. People change over distances and time, and so, anymore, crazy might be all it is. It might not be crazy. That is my hope for it, but it is bound to be hectic, what with babies, and bridesmaids, and bedsides, visitors from out of town, and only one weekend… I only hope there is time for one quiet moment, to smile and mean it.
And what the hell do you buy as a wedding present for an anarchist and a bohemian?
I realize, just now, that I rarely write about my life in this space. That’s odd. Its my space. I can write whatever I damn well please in here.
In case some time passes without any writing at all in here, now you’ll know that it is because I am home for a while. When I’ll return, I’ll have pictures, and I’ll try to do something with them that will introduce myself, and my life, in a modest, interesting way.
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