SATURDAY THE 12TH

IT RAINED ALL DAY TODAY AND WILL RAIN ALL DAY TOMORROW, THAT'S MY OFFICIAL WEATHER FORECAST AND A BIG FAT BLAH!!!

What a crazy day this was. My brother is in the hospital and I wake with thoughts of what I can do for him to make his stay better. I went to his apartment again and got some things for him, clean underwear a couple pair of sweatpants and some long sleeve t shirts. He says it is freezing in the hospital at night. I bring him a fresh bagel from the bagel shop and cream cheese to go with it. I stop and get a fresh brewed iced coffeE from DD. I go and sit with him for an hour or so.

Later in the afternoon my daughter comes over and we go to the hospital again. We sit with for quite a while. My daughter and I had a wedding to attend that evening. We stayed at the hospital until 5 and then decided we would not make it to the church but made a point to get home and dressed to make it in time for the reception at 7.

My daughter arrives in our driveway at 6:45 with a flat tire. She apparently had driven over some small metal object and my husband could hear the air flowing out of the tire. So he drove us to the reception and came back and got AAA to come and plug the hole so that was good.

The wedding was a disaster, not for the bride and groom and their families, of course. They looked perfectly happy. My doughier and I didn't know anyone except the Mother and Father of the Bride. The father is my first cousin. I few people who I assumed would be there opted out. We sat with two couples who we didn't know and they didn't realize that they had mutual friends until part way through the reception. The music was so loud that we could not hear ourselves think and the two couples screamed across the table at each other the whole time. We never stayed long enough to have dessert or wedding cake.

Maybe I would have been a little more tolerant of this situation but I think the events of the past two days were just grating on me.

The place where the reception was held is absolutely beautiful. It is an old fashion bank building in downtown of the city where I live. A huge ball room was the main room of the building where the tellers were situated. The second floor must have served as offices, that's where the cocktails are served. A very small elevator can only handle two or three people at a time. The actual bank vault is used for a cloak room and the basement ladies room use to be where the safety deposit boxes where stored. I remember going to that bank with my parents as a young child, such a beautiful building and recycled in a wonderful way. We went to a wedding there at Christmas time. The ball room ceilings have to be 20 feet high or more. They had a Christmas tree in the ballroom that went all the way to the ceiling and the decorations were breathtaking. Thousands of dollars probably spent on the decorations on the tree alone.