a vignette for Saturday

I wrote yesterday’s post at the caboose of the day yesterday, so nothing has happened yet for me to talk about today, but I do want to get the post out of the way. So I’ll describe something that happened to me several weeks ago and also an amusing conversation between BF and me and go off to do laundry and more laundry and listen to my new iPod. Which already has 6MB of songs on it by now. I am obsessed.

We were discussing all the weirdness of Dad and NW’s potential kid, especially the problem of keeping the entire issue from my mother (more about that another time, when I’m looking for a migraine), and BF said “Well, what’s worrying me is our wedding.”

I digested that for a minute, and then said “Oh dear.”

BF: The only solution is to have it before she starts showing.
Me: You mean…in the next four months?
BF: Right.

I cracked up. We’ve been putting off getting married for a year at least, because I for one am having a hard time figuring out what to do about it in general. Suddenly doing it within the next 120 days would be hilarious, especially because everyone knows you can’t possibly plan a normal wedding in less than a year. And because the majority of our family and friends have no clue that we’re even interested in getting married. So it was a funny thing for him to say.

He mentioned the idea of getting married in Las Vegas, and although I HATE HATE HATE destination weddings, the idea really made me stop and think. It would solve a lot of problems and would be ever so much fun. That one’s on the back burner for more thought at another time.

One day after work in early October, I was walking across the parking lot towards the garage where I park my car. The sky was unbelievably clear and bright blue, and I looked up at it. Suddenly I saw in the deep distance a plane. I could actually see the four engines letting off plumes of smoke, and could oh-just-barely see the smoke pluming into shaped clouds and then dissipating. The day was so bright and clear and the plane was so white that it looked almost transparent, as far away as it was. I stood with my head up and watched it for a good five minutes as it arced across the sky, enjoying this moment of smelling the roses.