September, April, June, and November

I am getting married in thirty (30) days.  Pardon me while I fail to contain my excitement:

thirty days oh my goodness I can’t believe it’s only one month I think I’m going to explode with waiting wouldn’t it be so nice if we could just skip the next four weeks and get on with it but if we skipped them how would everything get done I would so rather just move now can’t I just move now because I would much rather be with my favorite person ever than not for another whole month (the cake and the flowers and the dress and the pictures! so many trappings of celebration) and I’m going to be so nervous and I can’t believe it’s coming up so fast and isn’t it Portland yet and excitement anxiety general stress nervousness apprehension anticipation and bliss and bliss and

Ahem.

Meanwhile this weekend I will be celebrating the marriage of my cousin Greg to his bride Theresa.  I will be a bridesmaid, so as to have an inside view of how the days before the wedding really go, although I’m afraid after my eyes are opened, I might want them shut again.

Finished A Great and Terrible Beauty by Libba Bray: disappointing.  Began Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard: couldn’t make it through due to the confirmation of my belief that plays should be viewed and not read.  Began Passage by Connie Willis: it is most promising.  I am officially a fan of Connie Willis.

And on that note, off I go to Enid, Oklahoma.