I’m not going to mention how long it’s been since the last post after the title is over.

This season is the marrying season. 

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As I speak, I am sitting at the counter top that belongs to those that made the man.  In the background, John Steward is talking to me in real TV time, and I am on the other side of the country, experiencing humidity for the first time in my life.

I am doing this because the Man’s sister is getting married on Sunday. She is going to put a dress on and speak vows.  She will make a promise to stay with her “the Man” for all time.

It’s romantic, and important. And I am happy to be here for it.

My own little sister has similar plans in the works, a ring sparkling on her finger.

I am glad of that as well. (probably).

 

But more than any of that, I am glad to be breaking the cycle.  My days have begun to blend together.  I can predict the way events are going to play out the instant they began, because I have seen it before. I have seen it yesterday. i will see it tomorrow.  Frankly, it is exhausting.

For instance:

On my way to work every morning, I pass a place on the road where someone stands on the median and sells newspapers.  In the morning, a little old lady stands and the median and waves at every car that passes while holding the daily paper, asking for my change.

I love this lady.  I wave back to her. I smile as I pass, and for some reason, seeing her every morning brightens me day a little.

Every afternoon, on my way to lunch, I pass a man doing the same job.  He has a cast on his leg up to his hip. He gives a peace sign to every car that passes him.

I hate him.

I don’t know why I have decided one person is lovable and one is hate able.  But I have, solely based on one of them waving at me, and one of them giving me a peace sign. It could also be that one is a old lady, and the other is an injured man. Clearly, I prefer old ladies to injured men, it’s just how I roll.

Or it could be a highly irrational reaction to the fact that I pass these people every day at the same time in the same place.  My days have become so monotonous that I need to have opinions about things, just to add flavor.

Which is why, after having an amazing rehearsal dinner meal (there was quail drenched in chipotle sweet potatoe sauce), I am so glad to have some different flavors in my life.

So thank you sisters of the world, for getting married and stuff.

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About inkrose86

Look to your left. You see that girl there, the mildly attractive one that is doing something vaguely embarrassing like spilling coffee on herself or picking a pimple. Ya, that's me.
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2 Responses to I’m not going to mention how long it’s been since the last post after the title is over.

  1. How did I miss this???? We miss you and “the Man” already. Cannot wait for our next encounter. Anne

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