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Aug. 18th, 2008 @ 02:24 pm 
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I think I am officially an olde farte, (I love it when people put 'e''s on perfectly good words) and as such should lead a more uncomplicated life. But something has just totally screwed up the week of September 13 - 20. I think the planets have aligned in a certain way that too, VERY TOO, much is going on that week.
On Saturday, September 13 is the Dragonboat Atlanta Festival. I immediately signed up, reserved my hotel room and have been paddling like a demon at practices for the past month or so. In the interim, Dick received an invitation to a high school reunion in Ashland, and he opted not to go to that, but go to Atlanta.
On Sunday, September 14 the trip to Disney begins. We had originally agreed to go on the train with Eddie (son), Lisa (daughter-in-law), Wanda (Eddie's mother-in-law), Tommy (another son) and three grandchildren. Then the Atlanta festival came up so we cancelled our train tickets and opted to drive from Atlanta to Orlando on Sunday after the dragonboat festival.
Two weeks after that, Dick receives an invitation from Martin-Marietta (some big client) to go deep-sea fishing on Tuesday, September 16 - Thursday, September 18th, which he declines because of the OTHER STUFF GOING ON. THIS IS GETTING CRAZY!
Then Saturday, our former next-door neighbor and really good friend in Virginia calls and leaves a plaintive message on our answering machine about hoping we were coming to the reunion. Dick gets the Bugs Bunny look on his face and I KNOW he really wants to go to that. I break out in hives over this because I know in my heart that I really should do something for him for a change. I guess it's NOT ALWAYS ABOUT ME (what??), so I make the decision to forgo my paddling adventure and defer to him. Now, we fly to Richmond on Friday, party hardy with our OLDE Virginia friends, fly back to Charleston on Sunday, get into our car which will be staying at the airport and damn drive to see the freaking MOUSE.
We are scheduled to come home on Friday, September 19th and will be hosting 70 or so people on Saturday, September 20th at 4 p.m. for a wedding celebration. Thanks be to God our sweet Sarah is having it catered, so all we have to do is booze and cake. And five minutes ago (my hand to God), I just got an invitation to go to Savannah for another paddling festival on - you guessed it - September 20.
I'm almost, but not quite, ready for some olde-farte-age. |
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Like fine wine we get better with age
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So you're popular! Just decide which you feel is the best event for you to do. Go with the flow. Enjoy the moments you two can have together!
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August 28th, 2008 03:35 am (UTC) |
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Re: Like fine wine we get better with age
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I know you are right, but I want to please everyone. That is going to send me spiralling downard some day. Thanks for the advice.
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Re: Like fine wine we get better with age
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You are a very special lady! So please learn to say no when you have to. I want to have you in my life. Even if it's only here and when you're on stage. Understand?
Laurie finally landed another job. She's now a C.O. at the county jail. Hey, maybe she'll get to use her psyc degree! They do have some decent bennys. Did I tell you about her getting fired from the company in Mt. Pleasant?
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