It's done. Child number 5 has entered the hallowed halls of wedded bliss. There's no guarantee on the earthly duration of the bliss, but if ignorance is also bliss, then turning a blind eye to many little annoyances should help. However, somethings are a very big deal. I shared with son-in-law that much of the rest of his life will be spent in discovering that many things he took for granted or never gave much thought to are now, in fact, a very big deal. The information will frequently come as a complete surprise to him; just as it will surprise her that he could've failed to realize a thing so obvious to her. They're in for some good times.
The wedding took place in the morning, followed by a luncheon, and then a reception in the evening. I shot a picture of one of the few outdoor decorations at the reception venue because nothing says matrimony like hyper-salivating lions.
We had all our children together again, and they had good news to share.
We had a nice hike in this alien landscape:
While the young ones chose to explore a cave, I elected to go up the red rocks--what with it getting dark and there being a marked lack of flashlights among us--as I didn't think there would be much to see by the light of a phone in the obscure, subterranean recesses--except for gargoyles. I watched Gargoyles with Cornell Wilde (he wasn't watching with me; he was in the movie) during workouts a few weeks ago and I knew I did not want to meet one or more gargoyles in the dark with only a water bottle and a phone light as my primary weapons. Maybe...if the water was holy water and the phone light was a ray of turning with a +2 flash causing cringing fear... but I digress.
I didn't meet any any bipedal lizards and therefore didn't attempt to make a primitive cannon, and the spelunkers emerged sans gargoyle companions. It was an evening well spent.
Prior to the exploration expedition and after succumbing to a nap brought on by the earlier activities, I had a brainstorm while cogitating about a new short story. I've got the main character, now I have to hammer out a little trauma, drama, and dream to forge a tale of mystery and adventure that will smack the reader right between the eyebrows.
Next week, it's Writers Cantina.
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