Pull Up a Chair
My short-term memory is back at work, but not so much at home. The surgeons said it would take about three months for me to feel like I’m back to normal.
My son-in-law has sore feet from the anti-rejection drugs. Hopefully, they will be able to stabilize him with those drugs.
Paul and I are finally getting married, April 28th, 2012. We’re going to Sarasota, where my family lives. I picked out the ring… it’s a pear-shaped diamond on a slim band.
Hopefully, my brother who lives in Pensacola can come down with his kids. His kids play instruments and we hope they will play at our wedding. We’d like a combo… oboe, keyboard and violin.
There was always some reason not to get married. When my daughter was a teenager, I needed my head of household credit, so that I could make ends meet.
In the meantime, we are planning the wedding and hoping it all goes smoothly.
My sister will probably cater the event. She’s a caterer for her school district.
We are getting married on the beach… and then we’ll have a picnic of sorts. My sister will probably buy the food and we’ll pay her back, and give her a large tip, besides.