Suburb of Heaven

There are few things that tell you you're in the future as posting an online journal entry from an airplane. Usually the wifi isn't free and I don't bother paying for it, but I had an idea for the draft I'm pecking away at and decided to spend the $2.50 just to get it down before I forgot about it. So I'm at a window seat, looking out a the great wing of the airplane and the clouds lit with the setting sun and looking just like they do in a Constable painting.

We're returning from southern Florida, where I with great delight danced at my dear friend's wedding. She's marrying a very sweet guy, and it was heartbreakingly wonderful watching her beam from ear to ear throughout the ceremony and reception. The bride and I and my friend Persia, also in attendance, met somewhere around 1990 in high school and have been friends ever since, so spending two days in the company of Persia plus getting time with the bride when we could (lots of family and other friends who all need attention!) and all in all had a marvelous time. My husband is also great friends with both of them and he has had a great time as well, especially since we had a little time on the beach. Not, alas, in the actual water - in the rush to pack we forgot that swimsuits would be nice, and anyway it was raining intermittently the whole time - but we got to hang out and sniff the salt air and listen to the waves for a little bit.

The ceremony was very brief (a family member who is also a justice of the peace married them) and Persia and I cried shamelessly, and then there was dinner and dancing and it was all wonderful.

Oh, and the husband has also fallen in love with the area we were in (He's always been a beach guy) and is now agitating to move there. There is a wonderful museum in the area that we visited the morning of the wedding but alas there would have to be some convenient vacancies open because I think their staff is not much bigger than ours is and so they probably don't need extra registrars hanging around.

Dreamed this morning, before the alarm rang, that my boss got together a huge group of people (like, concert-venue huge) to tell everyone I was fired, and why.

At least it wasn't a portent for a bad day. It was a very productive day, but now my feet are sore.

Also, something horrible and yet hilarious happened at work, and I probably can't talk about it yet, but it'll make a good story when I can.

Up late last night trying to figure out if we'd need to go huddle in the basement. Thankfully we didn't have to wrangle the cats and go sit by the washer and dryer, although there was some flooding downstairs in our storage unit earlier in the evening after the big rains swept through. No damage, though. The big stuff was all happening in the northern part of the city, while we're in what's called the Near South neighborhood, and we weren't even seeing the stuff that was apparently happening just a few miles away.

Today, housecleaning, a quick stint at the co-op, and nnngh I have to figure out if I want to do my taxes by hand or use the online version which is technically finished but which I'm suddenly reluctant to pay for. No refund to look forward to this year, although we only owe something on the order of fifty bucks.

The Halloween costume I had my heart set on, a "ghostly equestrienne" from an issue of Martha Stewart's Halloween issue a couple of years ago, is not going to happen, on account of it calling for about sixty bucks of taffeta to rough into a cape. I could go and buy a cheapie one from a Halloween store, but Bemo and I went and surveyed the terrain and yeah, I found ones that would work (for either that, or for my alternate, a Plague Doctor costume) but god. It's twenty bucks, but they're so horrible and cheap and they look like if you got too near an open flame they would melt and stick to your flesh. So, I don't know what I want to do now - find some way to salvage one of my two costumes, or just find something different.

In other news, a parcel I had given up for lost has been retrieved, and a tiny part of my faith in humanity restored. Lakerol red currant pastilles, hurrah.