Sunday, May 23, 2004
It’s Sunday May 23 2004. The weather is a balmy 20 degrees C (70-75 F) with a light, refreshing wind out of the southwest. I’m getting married in 61 days. When I embarked on this marriage business everyone I spoke to suggested that the closer I got to the wedding the more frenetic I would become. I had imagining of hiding under the bed and whimpering with fear because I didn’t have a wedding dress/had gained 20 pounds/forgot to organise the music. NONE OF THIS HAS HAPPENED. In fact the closer I get to the wedding, the more relaxed I feel. Three months ago I was a complete mess practically unable to tie my shoe, but now I’m, happily relaxing 61 days for the big event. Wish I new how I did it – I’d bottle it and sell it to fathers and husbands around the globe.
My biggest worries now are 1) my hen night - Sean keeps making references to whipped cream 2) Keeping up the workout routine and 3) figuring out how to get across London at 6AM with two weeks worth of luggage and a wedding dress. Nothing insurmountable.
On this unusually sunny afternoon one “non-wedding” issue plays on my mind: computers and sunshine are mutually exclusive concepts. A serious subject, you may say, for the normally light-hearted ramble that fills my weblog. Computers, however, are an outlet for my creativity, a method to share my thoughts with other like-minded individuals and what makes it possible for my wedding website to exist. This is where my problem lies. Obviously, the designers of the HP Compaq nx7000 never considered that the “geeks” would want to use their laptop IN THE SUNSHINE.
Granted, it is Sunday and I should be frolicking in a park after partaking a picnic of cucumber sandwiches and Pimms. But, alas, we all cannot live the life of the privileged. Instead I sunbathe in my back garden listen to the kid next-door scream. In attempting to brush away the feelings of guilt arising from Giles plastering the walls for the new owner of our house (he’s in constant motion, you get used to it) I’ve dragged the laptop out of the office and onto the sun lounger. His bout of social consciousness arising from moving house has robbed me of all enjoyment I get from reading women’s magazines in the sun.
Note to self: guilt resulting from the supreme altruism of a partner is a major drawback of getting married.
But, like all true women, I’m multitasking; I’m vanishing pallid winter skin by exposing my body to the harmful rays of the sun (accompanied by factor 20) and I’m also toning my abs by holding in my tummy. All these things will help me be the “best bride” I can! This is why women are THE BEST. Men can just PLASTER, or just TRIM THE GRASS (what he’s doing now), but we can perform a multitude of important tasks just sitting in a sun lounger.
Speaking of… it’s time to flip.
My biggest worries now are 1) my hen night - Sean keeps making references to whipped cream 2) Keeping up the workout routine and 3) figuring out how to get across London at 6AM with two weeks worth of luggage and a wedding dress. Nothing insurmountable.
On this unusually sunny afternoon one “non-wedding” issue plays on my mind: computers and sunshine are mutually exclusive concepts. A serious subject, you may say, for the normally light-hearted ramble that fills my weblog. Computers, however, are an outlet for my creativity, a method to share my thoughts with other like-minded individuals and what makes it possible for my wedding website to exist. This is where my problem lies. Obviously, the designers of the HP Compaq nx7000 never considered that the “geeks” would want to use their laptop IN THE SUNSHINE.
Granted, it is Sunday and I should be frolicking in a park after partaking a picnic of cucumber sandwiches and Pimms. But, alas, we all cannot live the life of the privileged. Instead I sunbathe in my back garden listen to the kid next-door scream. In attempting to brush away the feelings of guilt arising from Giles plastering the walls for the new owner of our house (he’s in constant motion, you get used to it) I’ve dragged the laptop out of the office and onto the sun lounger. His bout of social consciousness arising from moving house has robbed me of all enjoyment I get from reading women’s magazines in the sun.
Note to self: guilt resulting from the supreme altruism of a partner is a major drawback of getting married.
But, like all true women, I’m multitasking; I’m vanishing pallid winter skin by exposing my body to the harmful rays of the sun (accompanied by factor 20) and I’m also toning my abs by holding in my tummy. All these things will help me be the “best bride” I can! This is why women are THE BEST. Men can just PLASTER, or just TRIM THE GRASS (what he’s doing now), but we can perform a multitude of important tasks just sitting in a sun lounger.
Speaking of… it’s time to flip.
