WEDDING REHEARSAL

2:30 PM May 15,

When I was young we used to play the game of “Farmer in the dell.”  Anyone remember? Let’s see, the farmer takes a wife, the wife takes a child, the child takes a nurse, the nurse takes a dog, the dog takes a cat, the cat takes the rat and the rat takes the cheese? And the cheese is the one that stands alone.  Hi-ho the Dario, I’m the cheese. No one to watch me standing in front of a mirror and saying:  “That dress really looks nice,” “That color looks good on you;” “that makes you look so young,” or any of those nonsensical things that most times people are just being nice anyway. Is this a pity party? You betcha. Let’s see now:  It’s rehearsal day and evening dinner. You are hungry but you don’t eat because it will mess with your voice when you sing.  You don’t dare drink or you will have to go to the bathroom you don’t know where is in a strange place, and your ride must be late or I wouldn’t be writing this blog. You guessed it, I must be the grandmother of the bride. Well, I prayed and asked God to keep me humble, but maybe not THIS humble.     

2:35 May 15,

Ride is here, knocking at the door and talking as he enters saying:  “That dress really looks nice,” “That color looks good on you;” “that makes you look young.” I believe him.

5:25 PM:  We start rehearsal. I play the violin like nobody is listening, and hope they aren’t.

5:40 PM:  Bride starts her practice walk down the aisle. I am playing the keyboard. Suddenly my guidedog, Vivi, sees Brittany, who he adores and bolts all the way across the yard right into the middle of the wedding party!      

Stay tuned; May 16, is on the way.