Since my sister and her fiance do not read my blog, I may just put some of the adventures we have had prepping for their wedding. First these two should have already celebrated their first anniversary last May, but covid had other plans. The second date a year later met a similar fate. So September 25th has been locked in and we're betting that 3rd time's a charm. I fully expect something will happen but that's the fun of a wedding. The B&G have already informed me if there is further snafu-dom they will appear at my doorstep rings and intentions in hand.
The dress I originally "gifted" the bride with did not survive lockdown and we were without a proper gown three weeks out from the nuptials! Being mature we resorted to the "any port in a storm" philosophy and Big Sis came up with a beautiful gown from a "Mother of the Bride/Groom" event. Something borrowed right? Then I had the wedding bouquet wrapped in the lace from my original 50-year old wedding veil - something old (besides the groom -lol). New shoes and jewelry take care of number 3 and if there are any more issues, we will all be floating in the "blues". Bases covered.
Of course it was not without drama as the dress could not be "dry-cleaned" but they could supposedly very delicately wet-clean it. Long story short, it did not come out cleaner and they managed to mangle the sparkly brooch on the skirt. But they insisted on being paid. Follow-up. When I took my dress for the wedding to be cleaned-nothing elaborate, just knit and some lace, they wanted me to sign a waiver in case they destroyed it. Wow I am not sure which is worse. Clothing that cannot ever be cleaned or cleaners who do not know how to clean clothes. Does everyone just throw away their stuff after they wear it?
As the officiant for the wedding I am finally putting together my remarks and "Game Plan" for the event. Had a year and half to percolate, so a snap right? Well my only directions from the B&G were non-religious and party starts at 4:15. Oh yeah and try to throw something in there as a memorial to our parents who have passed on.. Right-no prob. The urge to wax poetic and roast the couple is fighting the urge to get through this before another disaster strikes, or the bar opens. The flower order and reception site have been arranged and rearranged several times and I am still thinking of last-minute issues. But with my many years of experience planning events, I know most of it works out, people don't remember what did or did not happen (especially the wedding couple) and once the party starts its all over but the memories. Oh yes, I hear the polka DJ from IHeart radio in GR will be attending so there will be a certain amount of Oom-pah pahing going on.
On another subject, bought a new powered recliner for the lake a couple of weeks ago and needed to get rid of the old chair. Fortunately our little Orangeville township takes furniture at the transfer station twice a month. I called and found they charge $15 for a chair.
Getting there is quite an adventure. The township hall has a huge parking area and also ball fields and humungous open space. However. The road to the dump is one-way, unpaved and tightly forested. What do you think most people are bringing to the dump? Trailers... on a one-way road...with thick forests surrounding it. Not to mention we went down the wrong road and turned around until we met someone coming down the road who said no that's right, just keep going. After turning around and going back we met the same people who said "No, sorry, wrong road" forcing another turn-around on a very narrow road. Going down the right road we were following a truck and trailer and arrived at an open spot in the woods with no turn-around. Arrghhh. Fortunately the Goliath-sized helper just picked up the chair (that we had sweated and grunted up a ramp into the truck) and tossed it on the ground-done.
The other grizzled dude running the show turned away and I stupidly said "I understand it's $15 to dump furniture". He grunted assent and kept his head turned as I shoved the cash into his hand. Slapping my head later as we picked our way through the tight road back I realized nobody at the township is actually going to get my "fee". Oh well.
Short blog today as I mentally write and rewrite the program and remarks for Saturday.....no worries.
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