You Might Think I'm Crazy
This weekend, as was the last and will all those yet to come, is a very busy one. The house is ours; I payed the first month and the security deposit. Lindsey and I stopped by for a late night visit after attending The Shadow Box (a thoughtful play about life, death, humanity, all that jazz) at Pfeiffer Friday evening. At the house, we imagined chairs, beds, and appliances in different places, and checked the windows and doors. After scaring Lindsey a few times, we went home to sleep.
Saturday comprised a trip to Wal-Mart for a few house things (lightswitch covers, new toilet seat, etc.), and a second trip to drop off some things in our house and let my dad have a look inside. We then returned home, readied ourselves, and went for a walk in the park. The ducks and kingfisher kept us entertained, as did the -tink- of aluminum baseball bats from the adjacent ballpark.
That night we continued our long, difficult task of gathering songs for the reception. We have about eight hours of time invested so far, and we're about halfway done. Selecting music for our wedding is proving to be the biggest challenge of all. However, one minor victory for me so far has been to ensure The Cars a place in the reception.