…just ridiculously busy. I even had part 4 partially done before this craziness started; just haven’t had time to finish it. Stay tuned, subscribe via e-mail, or something, and I’ll be back to finish the saga.
After that, it’s our move and MD apartment; trust me, you’ll want to be around for that.
After a delicious breakfast1with our B&B host, who turned out to be a furniture and clock restorer in his spare time and an all-around swell chap, we packed up our Astra and headed off to York. That’s about the time my day started to go downhill.
We had a second day in London, but I neglected to take notes on it and thus am at a great loss to remember what in the world we did. I have vague recollections of the British Museum, a rare book shop…and seeing Wicked in the evening. I can’t remember any of my minor criticisms of Wicked, so I’ll just note that my overall impression of it was positive. My impression of all restaurants in London closing their kitchens before 10 PM, however, is less than stellar. If you go to any event in England that starts after 6, do yourself a favor and eat beforehand. Read More
I realize that I was mid-series with the whole “how to plan a wedding” thing – and, if you so desire, I can still offer many helpful tips, including how to fulfill your cake designer’s thinly veiled requests for psychotherapy and how to avoid having an open wound on your ring finger during the ceremony. The series as a whole felt uninspired, though, apart from the several brief anecdotes I can provide on the theme, and I have larger and more recent stories to tell.
I use the term “recent” loosely, as the events I’m about to relate took place roughly 5 months ago as of this writing, but oh well. A 600-mile move and a semester of grad school got in the way of my art (and provided me with more source material, should I ever get around to recording it). Without further ado, then, here is the beginning of married life as I know it.
For those of you wondering, no, I have not died. I am, however, in a special sort of hell—one in which I am surrounded by boxes, tasks, and a legion of arachnid minions awaiting my commands (but more on that last one later).
To be sure, there is much to be said, and updates are forthcoming. The forth, however, will be awhile in coming. Someday I might finish my “how to plan a wedding” instructional series, but I’ll definitely have things to say about honeymooning in England and moving into an apartment 2 states away that we had only seen via one picture on the Internet and a realtor’s word of mouth.
I’ll say those things directly (read: Classes start in a week, and I’ll be lucky if I remember my honeymoon at all by the time I have enough free time to write about it.). Stay tuned—or, more realistically, go on with your life and check back every c0uple weeks; I don’t intend to perpetually neglect my writing.
OK, so I haven’t been what they call “diligent” in keeping up with posting lately. That is to say, I haven’t done it at all. Here I had this grand idea—I was finally getting my own web space, I was going to discipline myself to write at least once a week, and everything was going to be great. Sounded like a plan—until I got engaged. We decided the wedding would be at the end of July, which left us a solid three and a half months to plan…except we aren’t just planning a wedding—we’re planning a wedding, a full self-guided tour of England for a honeymoon, a move to DC, enrollment in grad school for me, and a new job for her. Oh, and a yard sale to get rid of our mounds of extra crap. So…yeah.
However, I do want to take out a bit of time here and there to record at least part of the insanity of this summer for posterity and possible future elaboration. In that spirit, what follows is the first part of a series I began a month or two ago. Like I said, it’s still oversimplified at this point, but I had to get something up here.
Tired of dropping by to not see an update? Quickly getting discouraged that I’ll abandon this new endeavour altogether, leading you to stop checking for updates out of spite?
I wish I could say I blame you. As some of you may know (and the rest of you are about to find out), I’m currently planning a wedding—more on that later, I’m sure. It’s taking up a good bit of my writing time, so updates might occasionally get sparse…except on the honeymoon, when I plan to update twice a day. That is what one does on one’s honeymoon, right? Update? Giggity.
Anyway, I wanted to let everyone know about the shiny new e-mail subscription feature I’m offering to loyal fans and curious Internet voyeurs alike—that descriptively-named link over there on the left should take you to a straightforward page where you will enter your e-mail address, and helpful little blog gnomes will then update you if I ever write anything again. Should something go wrong with my brilliant plan, though, you’ll only know by carefully scouring the site for updates once in awhile, so don’t forget it’s here.
Sound good? Good; glad we’re on the same page about all this.
Oh, and for those too lazy to look left, here’s the link again.