Acquiring distance

[desperance]

So m'wife and I are off and away tomorrow, heading up to Mendocino for a wedding. Where I am to be Shannon's Best Person, so my Friday-time is largely blocked in already with rehearsals and such. So m'wife is already making plans to whisk off my bestest friends from England somewhere else to have more fun without me; to which the only reasonable response is to make sure that the verymost fun is had at the rehearsals and such. As it happens, my only duty on the day is to make sure that the bride drinks enough to be thoroughly relaxed and happy, while remaining sober enough to say her vows and mean them*; I am perfectly prepared to practise this all day on Friday, until we get it right.

In other news, I am not as we know a listmaker, but I thought I'd make a list of everything I have to do today.

Feed hummingbirds
Brief petsitter
Finish proofs of Bitter Waters (65 55 45 35 pages to go)
Dash to Walgreen's for scrips
Make lunch for two
Make dinner for eight
Fetch cases from the clubhouse
Laundry
More laundry
Pack
Charge Fitbit
Charge camera batteries
Charge more camera batteries
Charge Kindle

(Actually, to be fair I have already done much of the work for dinner: there's a tri-tip in the slow cooker, rubbed with garlic and ginger and chipotle and smoked paprika, sitting on a bed of onion and carrot and celery with a splash of red wine. Ten hours of that, I think it ought to be worth eating. Spuds and savoy cabbage on the side, prob'ly, because they're easy.)


*As it happens, this is the selfsame role that Helen ( m'aforementioned bestest friend from England) fulfilled with striking success at our own wedding, keeping me cheerfully topped up with fizz all morning and half the afternoon; I would emulate her exactly, if only I could remember how she did it...