And the plans change again
The moving in is continuing, with much cleaning and organizing and decorating along the way. There was even a brief field trip to the Art Institute to snap some pix of ancient greek art. And now, VIOLA ~ it's all matted and framed in the master bedroom!
The big changaroo is that the master is moving in to the love nest first, not the princess. Master found hisself suddenly displaced and homeless, so having a leased townhouse available was quite handy. It felt right natural to the young man. Princess Foo Foo couldn't begrudge him a place to live, when her current living arrangements were perfectly cush and fair tempered.
Queen mother suddenly arose well rested and renewed from her slough of despondancy and with renewed vigor joined in as the tribe made good homecoming for the Master and his possessions. Much food was devoured, movies viewed and jovial slaps on the back all round, in between the lifting and hefting of heavy boxes and washing of dusty new dishes and rigid course towels.
Compliments were traded as spring flowers; "you organize with such skill", 'you are decisive and it makes things go forward', 'you can really open that package and assemble that meal, it's fabulous!" I small bit o' imbibing took place, but to noone's harm. It's good for slicking down the ruffled feathers at times, easing the worry lines off of the foreheads.
Tomorrow's plans are NOT allowed to change - I am definitely mailing out 50 to 100 wedding invitations!That is my mission, that is my goal. So help me God.
The big changaroo is that the master is moving in to the love nest first, not the princess. Master found hisself suddenly displaced and homeless, so having a leased townhouse available was quite handy. It felt right natural to the young man. Princess Foo Foo couldn't begrudge him a place to live, when her current living arrangements were perfectly cush and fair tempered.
Queen mother suddenly arose well rested and renewed from her slough of despondancy and with renewed vigor joined in as the tribe made good homecoming for the Master and his possessions. Much food was devoured, movies viewed and jovial slaps on the back all round, in between the lifting and hefting of heavy boxes and washing of dusty new dishes and rigid course towels.
Compliments were traded as spring flowers; "you organize with such skill", 'you are decisive and it makes things go forward', 'you can really open that package and assemble that meal, it's fabulous!" I small bit o' imbibing took place, but to noone's harm. It's good for slicking down the ruffled feathers at times, easing the worry lines off of the foreheads.
Tomorrow's plans are NOT allowed to change - I am definitely mailing out 50 to 100 wedding invitations!That is my mission, that is my goal. So help me God.