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TamarackLarch of Celeste
Jan. 13th, 2019 09:12 pmI have to rescind my snark on the wedding minister. I found out later that he and his wife had adopted a child with special needs who weighed 17 pounds when she was adopted at age 3. They've nursed her through numerous surgeries to save and improve her life, and the wedding reception was the first time they'd been out for an evening in months because of their constant care for this little girl. So I'm mentally apologizing for my unseemly wish to smite him. Although his sermons don't suit me, he's clearly a better man than I am.
We're home again. The Sparrowhawk wanted to attend church with his brothers for old times sake, so we pulled ourselves together again and did so. I would have been fine, if I could have slept last night, which alas did not really happen. We were drinking emergency pre-church coffee in the hotel breakfast room, when we saw the happy couple straggle in. They looked slightly the worse for wear, but happy. Apparently all the young people went out to dance and do shots after the reception closed down. And Baby Doc had gallantly volunteered to go out at 2 am and be the designated driver to return them all safely to their resting places, so he was significantly worse for wear and didn't show up at church. Fritz and co. had to go to their new in-laws and help open presents, so the lunch we were thinking of doing didn't happen. However, Baby Doc texted us that we could come over to the house where they were staying and have some more coffee. We hung out with them for an hour or so, and then finally headed for home.
Before we left, we visited the grave of the Sparrowhawk's dad. It's in a nice place, a very old graveyard next to the church, under some big old pine trees. Fritz said that when he dies, he doesn't want to be buried in the new part of the graveyard. He wants to be in the old part, like his folks. "Not out in the middle of a stupid field," as he put it. We pointed out that he'll probably outlive us, being 8 years younger, but he said he just wanted to spread his wishes around, in case.
I drove us home, and then it was tea, snack, nap. I hope to spend tomorrow in a similar vein before gearing up to go do my mother's Wednesday appointment. I-96 is like my backyard now.
We're home again. The Sparrowhawk wanted to attend church with his brothers for old times sake, so we pulled ourselves together again and did so. I would have been fine, if I could have slept last night, which alas did not really happen. We were drinking emergency pre-church coffee in the hotel breakfast room, when we saw the happy couple straggle in. They looked slightly the worse for wear, but happy. Apparently all the young people went out to dance and do shots after the reception closed down. And Baby Doc had gallantly volunteered to go out at 2 am and be the designated driver to return them all safely to their resting places, so he was significantly worse for wear and didn't show up at church. Fritz and co. had to go to their new in-laws and help open presents, so the lunch we were thinking of doing didn't happen. However, Baby Doc texted us that we could come over to the house where they were staying and have some more coffee. We hung out with them for an hour or so, and then finally headed for home.
Before we left, we visited the grave of the Sparrowhawk's dad. It's in a nice place, a very old graveyard next to the church, under some big old pine trees. Fritz said that when he dies, he doesn't want to be buried in the new part of the graveyard. He wants to be in the old part, like his folks. "Not out in the middle of a stupid field," as he put it. We pointed out that he'll probably outlive us, being 8 years younger, but he said he just wanted to spread his wishes around, in case.
I drove us home, and then it was tea, snack, nap. I hope to spend tomorrow in a similar vein before gearing up to go do my mother's Wednesday appointment. I-96 is like my backyard now.
