In the meantime, the new Mr. and Mrs. decided to postpone going anywhere so they could concentrate their energies on their upcoming move to Oklahoma next month. Never in my wildest, weirdest dreams did I ever expect to spend my son’s honeymoon period with him. I mean, sure; I’ve heard we’re kind of a fun couple. But, ya know, there must have been some kind of line I forgot to draw in the sand or something. Thankfully we could get out to the cottage for some R&R of our own. And I know once they’re “Okies” I’ll wish they were back on the other side of the bedroom wall. For now, I guess we’ll just take what we can get and be flattered that they even
want to stay with us!Author: kokomeau
FINISHED SUMMER SHELL — w/additions

Well, it’s finally done, the simple shell I’ve been working on for — well, forever, it seems. Of course, when I finally tried it on, I realized that it sure wasn’t going to work for me at this age. It was about 3 inches too short! Argh! My 22-year-old daughter even tried it on and wasn’t a taker. So I picked up a gazillion stitches around the bottom and added about three inches of a lace pattern from a hat I had been playing with. This is the finished product. I actually like it. The only problem I find with it is the armholes are a bit tight. Not quite sure if there’s anything at all I can do about it, but I’ll probably wear it anyway, at least a couple times this summer.
Woo-hoooo!!! They’re Married!
Not long now, B’wana.
Okay. Here I am, the Mother of the Groom — in three more days! It’s hard to believe it’s really upon us. I’d have to say all the preps are done. Favors; music, seating arrangements, programs, fittings, manicures, pedicures, and hair appointments. The first of the out-of-town guests have arrived (from California). More are heading in tomorrow.
The bride and groom are at their respective homes now just waiting for the big day. I think it’s safe to say that the bride has more on her mind right now than the groom. I can say that because I’m the MOG. He’s here. His buddies are around. They’re laughing, talking, kidding around, knowing that all they really have to do is show up in good form. The bride, on the other hand, is exhausted, not eating, not sleeping. The MOB is, too, but she’s more worried about her daughter than herself. She’s been through this many years ago, and she knows how it ends: Everyone has a great time, no one is aware of any glitches, and the party is talked about for months.
But the weather is not cooperating for the rehearsal dinner cookout. No one probably cares except me, and intellectually I know it’ll work out no matter how we do it. But I have a vision of how I’d like it to be, and I’m not sure Mother Nature is aware of my wishes. If she is, she’s stringing me along in hopeful disbelief as I watch our tv weathermen try and
I’ll again live by my motto: Make a plan, but don’t plan on it!
WHY CAN’T I FINISH THIS?!?
I know once this weekend is over, once all the company goes home and we can re-live the BIG EVENT, once I’ve fully recovered from what I’m sure will be a fractured post-party condition — well, then maybe I can pick up my therapy again, my knitting, my COMFORT, and re-enter the zone.
Distraction inaction
It’s just that I’m a bit distracted. And if I have enough distractions, there is total inaction on my part on what needs to be done. Sort of like if I just ignore it all, it’ll magically be done next time I look.
I feel a bit like Scarlett O’Hara: “Fiddle-dee-dee. I’ll worry about that tomorrow!”



