Saturday, November 3, 2012

Where Will The Wedding Supper Be?

Aching, aching, my eyes feel weird.
Still. Yet. I am making pancakes. Mr. Moon is taking the trash.
Jessie and Vergil get up.
"Did you get married yet?" I ask them.
"Not yet!" Vergil says.

Good morning from Lloyd. Good morning. Uh-huh.

(I found that beautiful old print here.)


  1. O hooray a wedding. I'm an 'officiant' and believe me, it's more fun than almost anything, to marry folks. Gay and straight. I get to stand RIGHT THERE and witness their shaking and their love and tears and vows and the whole catastrophe. Maybe they'll fly me out for their wedding...

    Wouldn't that be a hoot?

    I love you, Dr Ms Moon. In all of your ways.

    XX Beth

  2. Dr Ms Moon? Well, you night be a doctor, of love, of chickens, of carrying on in the dark times.

  3. Beth- I used to be an officiant too! And I, too, have married the gay and the straight and the transgendering and, oh well. You get it. We are connected in some way, you and I. There's no doubt about it.

  4. Oh, my gosh. I don't know how I missed all these posts, but I'm so happy to hear this astounding and wonderful news. Your blog is like the best reality show, and we get to watch things unfold.

    I'm sorry to hear about your recurrence of mono -- or whatever it is -- and hope that it lifts soon.

  5. I love "Froggie Went a-Courtin". I'm glad they decided to paint the early stages of the night rather than the after.

    Get well, Mademoiselle, i'm so sorry you're feeling so under the weather. If only i were the magical sort, i'd bibbidy-boppidy boo you better so you could mind nothing but weddings and sugar plums and whimsical, blissful shish.

  6. Great news for them. And happiness for all your family.

  7. More love in Lloyd, how wonderful. And Baby's eggs (I just found all three posts together) . . . And tonight, all that beautiful music.
    Truly blessed x

  8. I remember that fantastic painting from a book I had when I was a child! What joy to see it here. Almost as good as our thunder storm.


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