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It’s Official

10 Nov

My head really is screwed on properly.

We went up yesterday morning and had X-rays made of my neck, and as far as I can tell, all is well. The washer that replaced the crushed disc  is clearly visible, and so is the plate that holds it all together.  The side view gives you a good look at my jaw; I quite obviously grew up before fluoride. What a metal mouth! I see the surgeon on Thursday morning, and that should be that.

Blazer and I went over to knitting last night – first time I’ve been out alone since the end of September.  The Cub Scouts meet in the hall while we meet in the office, and Blazer spent most of his time hangin’ out with the boys. He is such an attention hound! A good ear wiggle from every man, woman, and child in the room, and then he came into the office for some more loving and some dog treats. Are we spoiled? Oh, no, not us!

A young lady from church came over this morning to talk with me about planning her wedding next September. She is an orphan, and has sort of adopted The Squire and me as surrogate parents. She’s had a dreadful life, and if anybody deserves a bit of “happily ever after” it is her.  Working with her on this wedding is a strain, as she wants it all, and we have very different tastes and ideas. Every colour in the rainbow, fruit, flowers, ribbons – and that’s just the cake! She did select a very pretty wedding dress, quite restrained, actually, but for the two flower girls she is thinking lilac dresses with turquoise sashes. And lime green flowers.

I told her it was going to resemble Nanny McPhee, and she shivered with delight. “I know! Wasn’t that beautiful?”

Just keep repeating, “It’s not my wedding. It’s not my wedding. It’s not my wedding.”

Oy.