About a thousand years ago I married my delightful Peggy and she has been suffering ever since. Today we went to the wedding of Peggy’s nephew to a great girl named Veronica. Peg has lots of relatives in Oregon and quite a few of them showed up, as well. It was about 85 degrees today and fires northeast of us are channelling their smoke into Eugene so visibility was not too famous but the outdoor reception in a nice garden today was alright.
I was clever enough to limit my participation in the festivities to a tiny bit of prep work at the reception site, making two trips to the groom’s house to pick up forgotten necessary items and selecting a seat in the back. Organization was a bit shaky since the folks who knew where to set everything up were not at the reception venue, the designated shopper forgot to get coffee or chips or sugar or soda pop or sherbet or forks or drinking cups or booze but the same person did get an almost adequate supply of tablecloths. Unfortunately, they had neither the same shape or the right size to cover the tables. Weddings can be funny that way.
After about four hours of sweetness, I was able to get Peggy to depart, leaving her family behind for this trip (I hope). It is getting very smoky around here. I hope our trailer isn’t on fire.