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07 September 2012 @ 09:32 pm
It's not like they're going to stay here...  
We've got twenty days left to transform the house into a state of perfection, though maintaining it as such will be a neat trick. The list of surfaces needing a fresh coat of paint doubles on a daily basis. The grass and flowering plants refuse to step in line and reach an acceptable level of homeostasis. And the animals in our care, both temporarily and permanently, are perfecting the art of ejecting materials from their bodies at an ever increasing rate, and in the most inconvenient and perplexing of locations. Some furball Jackson Pollocked the underside of the slow cooker.

All of the last minute details of the wedding still need to be finalized, and I'm pretty sure I need to get invites out to one or two more cousins. My version of the background story of "How we met" should be in the rabbi's hands by next week, and I've yet to even collaborate that little concocted tale with Lindsay. I'm torn between a beautiful and emotionally wrenching tale of star-crossed lovers, born on opposite sides of the homeland, yet fated to meet, or something full of cheap humor. Funny would usually win out, but since the rabbi will be doing all the reading I feel like he'd just be stealing my laughs. At this rate I have a feeling my vows will be written on the back of a bank envelope from the glove box as I drive to the ceremony. The park will little note, nor long remember...

The benefits of this pressure are twofold. First, and most obviously, we're getting a lot done in the home improvement department. I've sanded and stained the deck, repainted and re-canopied the gazebo, and painted the garden shed a pleasing redwood color instead of that horrid faded pink. I've also completely dismantled our beast of a picnic table to replace the legs and repaint the whole thing. The yard has never looked better, and our ceilings will be getting repainted next week. I also completely painted the basement, installed a suspended ceiling, and built a cat sized staircase leading down from that bizarre trap door located in the pet room. There is nothing the cats enjoy more than running around atop the suspended ceiling and knocking panels to the floor. Lindsay will be obsessively organizing anything not nailed, caulked, or otherwise secured down, and for five straight days this house will be as animal hair free as humanly possible. (Cat fur in meals is now considered a garnish.)

Oh, and library. Library library library.

The second benefit is my renewed interest in creative arts as a means to procrastinate in the face of my looming chore list. I've started drawing again, though I did break my three year hiatus several months ago to make Lindsay's wonderfully inexpensive birthday present.

I'm now paying more attention to the few bonsai trees remaining in my care. I'm trying to cultivate moss on their soils with a mixture of plain yogurt blended with moss harvested from the clinic's parking lot. They're currently outside while the smell dissipates, and I'm excited to report I've got mold! Supposedly this is a good start. And lastly, I'm sort of writing again. Maybe.
Krista: pic#118691379krisssa on September 8th, 2012 03:05 am (UTC)
that's a beautiful picture. Good luck getting all of the house and wedding stuff done! It will come together, somehow. Congratulations on the wedding- I hope it is everything you hoped for. You two deserve the best!
erbn: Who's that serious looking dude?erbn on September 8th, 2012 03:12 am (UTC)
Thanks I had a beautiful subject to start with though, so weren't too hard. :) I keep wondering if we're forgetting some crucial detail that will only come to light the morning of. But yeah, I guess as long as she's there, I'm there, and we both feel like getting married still, it'll be fine. In-laws though. Fun stuff.

Thank you again, and your short hair looks awesome!
Kristakrisssa on September 8th, 2012 07:32 pm (UTC)
oh, in-laws. That's always a fun time. Sounds like in some ways you both have your work cut out for you there- at least you have a common ground and understanding with that stuff. I am hoping they all behave themselves and remember the REAL reason they're getting together.

Have the wedding nightmares started? Or are those long gone? (Maybe I should be asking Lindsay this question, haha!)

Can't wait to read all about it and see pics and all that fun stuff.
erbn: Who's that serious looking dude?erbn on September 9th, 2012 04:26 am (UTC)
My wedding nightmares have borrowed heavily from my typical stress dream (e.g. back in school, end of semester during finals, never went to class, don't even know what or where the class is). Morning of the wedding, nothing done, no tux, driving to the site and realizing how woefully unprepared we are. Love it. :p

Pics galore for sure!
Krista: pic#118691379krisssa on September 8th, 2012 07:33 pm (UTC)
PS thanks for the compliment on the short hair! :)