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Viv has been describing to Jack the time she’s been having, trying to help plan a wedding for a bride who is so caught up in the romance of Her Big Day that she expects animated bluebirds to arrange her veil, and expects the florist to provide the same imaginary flowers she dreamed up for her last set of greeting cards.
This would be her third florist, by the way . . .
He gave her a look that was half amusement, half horror but not, she thought, surprised. “This is going to be a train wreck.”
“No,” she said. “Not on my watch. I may not believe in this overblown, overpriced, romantic nonsense, but she’s my sister and I love her and I’m going to make sure she gets the wedding of her dreams, within the boundaries of common sense, the laws of physics, and Dad’s budget. “
“And after that?”
“Not my problem,” she said, not bothering to keep the longing out of her voice. That was the only thing keeping her sane right now—that in four months, three weeks, and five days, Kirsten would be David’s responsibility, to have and to hold, for richer, poorer, sickness, health, quirks, annoyances, and inability to focus on anything but her own precious artwork.
You guys, I am so tired right now. My fifth-grader had her all-day regional robotics challenge* this weekend—it’s part of the curriculum at her school, how cool is that?!—in a huge building with concrete floors and so many stairs between our group and the interview rooms, project room, testing tables, and/or pit area no matter where we were and so few chairs once we arrived wherever we were going.
At the scheduling of this post (6:45pm, Saturday), I am so tired I am barely functioning and so footsore, I can barely move.
But it was an undeniable blast, and all the kids—ours** and other people’s—did really well on everything from the robot trials to sportsmanship. So did the parents and coaches—how many sports competitions can say the same?
My only regret is that I wasn’t wearing my pedometer.
So if I’m a little late reading everyone’s sentences this Sunday, it’s because I’m unconscious and if my comments—not to mention this post—are even more incoherent than usual, you’ll know why.
(Imma go bed now . . .)
* The FIRST LEGO League Challenge.
**Edited to add: We had to leave a little early, and so missed the team awards. Apparently, my daughter’s team was awarded a special certificate for robotic design! So. Cool.