I hear someone come in the door. I figure it's Mom home from her visit with Anita this morning.
I finish what I'm typing here and I turn my head as I feel this body leaning over me just in time to bump my head into a mustached mouth.
"Oh, hi, Tracey," I say.
"I didn't expect you to turn your head," he says.
"I wanted to see my attacker before he killed me," I tease.
Tracey and Stacey's boyfriend have come to pick up the candy dishes.
"I already sent them," I say.
Then they go to the basement to borrow some chairs. After they are loaded up, Tracey comes back to ask me if I've seen his webpage. He hasn't worked on it since before Casey was born, and she's a year old. He teases me about typing my own HTML and still using a dial-up connection at Papaw's. This is twice as fast as what I have in Alaska.
I hear someone coming in the door...
The sun shines. The puddles from the past few days of rain evaporate. I call Debby on the telephone, "Did you finish the decorating last night?"
"Yes, it's finished except for blowing up a few balloons."
"How much sleep did you get," I ask. I was asleep before she started decorating last night. She couldn't start until the Moose Lodge's Family Night was over. Tracey and Christina drove down from Layfayette after he got off work. When they arrived at 1:30 a.m., they went over and helped, too.
"I was asleep by 4 a.m. I woke up at 7:30 and then slept a little more until I got up at 9," she says.
After I hung up from talking to Debby, my Dad asks, "What time is this shindig tonight?"
"6:30," I say.
"Then we have plenty of time," he smiles. I'm wondering what I've signed up for now that I don't know about.
"I'm going to haul a load of wood over to Roger's. It's right next to the Moose."
"Can you take these candy dishes?" I ask.
"Well, sure," he answers without hesitation. Dad loads up the wood while I wash the dust off the dishes. Dorcas and Christina should be there blowing up the balloons. I have a feeling we aren't going to be early tonight. So I want the dishes to be there since I don't think we'll have time to run by the Moose before the ceremony. I carefully wrap the dishes and put them in a handled bag for Dad to carry.
He comes in and picks up the dishes and off he drives up the hill. I remember the day of Trudy's wedding, we were preparing the house for Aunt Pat to paint. Nobody in this family ever takes a day off. *grin*
The wedding was beautiful.
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