Update in The Common Room

  • July 16, 2017, 8:54 p.m.
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I got to the wedding. Vwery tiring. If I had the energy I would describe what I remember

Venue out in country = three hour drive. SIL Tony so nice. We talked . Don ‘t get to see enough of him.

Much grass, dirt, dead vegetation (Texas summer), animals and droppings on ground . Long walk to the chapel. No road. Walker hung up on stuff. Chapel was air conditioned. Built to look like antique western church. Mega ugly. Lots of early twenties people Mostly Lillibet (Elizabeth) and Dakotas friends. Kind of a gigantic mathletics gathering. A little nerdy, brilliant, very bonded, funny (purposely and not). beautiful (in their own way) and noisy. All the things I like = excpet the noisy.

Vows especially tailored to them. Lots of physics jokes. Little like Big Bang, but no Star Trek or Star Wars. Same for music.

Mr. President(eldest American grandson) and his wife Heather were there. Haven’t gotten to see them for a couple of years - their son is autistic and they live a distance away. Got to see sercond American grandson, Alex, and his lifepartner. I email with them. Alex was checked out of a hospital for the wedding. He has an infected wound on his foot. He cut it doing some kind of home improvement and didn’t tell anyone. He’s diabetic. Dangerous. He’s had surgery on it and it sould heal.

Met Dakota’s grandparents, who raised him. They seem nice . Around my age (78)Sorry. I just started doing this and changed it to be a record for Husband in case he ever wants to know. Didn’t stay for the dinner. There was much bar-b–q and dancing, I hear.

Ride home through suburb after suburb and through the city was tiring. I see light so it was as though every one of the car headlights and taillights was coming directly at me. Got home at 10. Exhausted. Sat down in recliner and woke at 52 this morning, very congested. Haven’t see or heard from any one tody. Trying to pick up the debrie from getting reay yesterday. Still struggling to breath.

Update Husband. don’t know. He calls. a lot. Sometimes he makes sense, Sometimes,not so much.


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