Good morning or whatever part of the day it is for you. Today is Wednesday March 18, 2015. The temperature is 61.4F and the humidity is 79% at 6:15 a.m. PST (-8 GMT). Weather Underground shows sustained winds at 0 with gusts of 2.2 mph. There were thin, wispy clouds when I stuck my head out. A few stars shone through, but I could pick out no constellations. The moon was hiding. Weather Underground is predicting a 20% chance of precipitation and a high of 77 today.
The ten-day forecast is still saying a high of 80 and clear for the day of the wedding. I liked it better when it was partly cloudy.
The family from out of town has started to arrive. My sister from Alaska and two of her four children are here. It was about 90° when they got here. It had been -39 the night before and was barely above 0 when they left. Nevertheless, they didn’t care for the heat. My sister said her kids were asking her how people lived like this.
He husband was delayed a couple of days. He had a job interview on Friday. Unexpectedly, he was asked to come back with a presentation on Monday or Tuesday so he had to reschedule his flight. One son is coming from school in Seattle. Another daughter is coming from Arkansas. My brother and sister-in-law are driving out from Arizona with my mother. The last I heard it’s still undecided whether their daughters are coming, so I counted them in for chairs at the wedding and places for dinner, but I’m not counting on seeing them.
We went through boxes upstairs looking for a string of pearls I’m going to wear that were given to me by an aunt. She, in turn, received it's from her aunt. It has an odd, complicated clasp. To the best of my figuring, it's got to be at least 50 years old. The great-uncle who purchased it died in the 1970s. The great-aunt who was the original recipient died in the late 80s at advanced age. The aunt who gave it to me had been gone since 1982. Anyway, the pearls were in the very last box. Not just in the last box we looked, but in the last unopened box upstairs. On the bright side, I did find a lot of other interesting and useful things, like Christmas tree ornaments an aunt of mine makes and sends out every year. And socks. Lots and lots of socks.
So yeah, the pressure is on. Mr. Siduri denies feeling any, but then he snaps at me and tells me I’m in a pissy mood when I react badly to being snapped at. Oh, god, just let this wedding be over with.
Thanks for reading. Hope you and yours are all well and happy. Hope the day brings you good things.
1. Give up trying to accomplish anything much till after the wedding
2. Continue Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil .
3. Post sci-fi review
4. 30 Day Music Challenge
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