Last Monday evening Sally and I took a ride to the wedding officiant's house. We had an appointment. The wedding officiant lives in a pleasant old house in Germantown with a huge garden (his wife is a gardener). It's a fairly lovely place for a wedding and Sallie had the same impression. I wanted to meet the officiant, "Wendell" (name has been changed) simply to get an impression of him, a "vibe" as to whether I wanted this man to marry Sally and me.
Our appointment time was 7:00. Wendell said: "Where is your marriage license?" (Ah, so we were supposed to be having a marriage ceremony!) Woops! Wendell wore a dress white shirt and tie, but I assumed he might have just gotten home from work. There'd been a miscommunication with his scheduler. It wasn't a big deal (at least for us), we hung out a few minutes and talked about the ceremony. Sally and I agreed we could get married by him and at his home in Germantown.
So the ball is rolling and hopefully we can be married soon. But first some things need to happen: Sally's divorce must be finalized and then we can apply for a marriage license. Once we have the license we will contact the Officiant to make it "Official" and set up a date. It will be a small ceremony --- Us and our five adult children.
I have been struggling with catching up on my life because of the move, work to do on the house, and my job which has taken an unexpected toll on free time available energy, though these days I'm happy to still have a job. Sally, I'm still here for you, baby. Don't lose heart. And I relish our home projects together and working side-by-side. We have a lovely house to start with and we'll be making it even lovelier--- in our own way, our place, our time, our lives.
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