This season is the marrying season.
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.
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.