Pacing

We got the marriage license this morning, and I settled the two florists and updated the caterer at lunchtime.  Tomorrow I’m meeting with the bakery to discuss cake decorations, and will stop by the dry cleaners to drop off B.’s shirt for pressing and to get an estimate on the cost for cleaning the wedding-dress post-wedding.  (This is one of the best cleaners in the Bay Area, specializing in wedding dresses, and I’m sure it will cost an arm and a leg to get the dress cleaned there.  But, for this gown, it’s essential that it not get damaged, so I’m willing to spend the money.)  Saturday we’ll finalize music with the harpist.

And so it goes, an endless litany of details to be sorted out.  Being the organized and systematic project manager that I am, I’m doing pretty well at it – as soon as a detail crops up, I take care of it, and I’m composing checklists to make sure nothing gets forgotten on the Big Day (or the days leading up to it).  So things are very much under control.

Which is a pity, because I’m starting to crawl up the walls from the anticipation!  Settling bits and pieces is calming, but now that virtually all the details are taken care of, I’m essentially pacing around the house trying to think of things to do.  My compudobby box is back in the shop for repairs, and dyeing is on hiatus until after the wedding.  I don’t have the mental focus to read more lessons in the tapestry book or do more Photoshop simulations.  Instead I’ve been cleaning house, which I only do when completely desperate for something to do.  It’s marginally better than pacing.

I did have one bright spot yesterday: I wrote my speech for the wedding!  I won’t put it here, because B. reads my blog and it’s supposed to be a surprise, but I’m happy with it.  It came out as a free-verse poem: not the world’s best poetry, but not bad either, and it does reasonably express how much I love him (at least, as much as any words can).  I also took a crack at writing the vows, but have decided my first draft is completely awful, so I’ll tackle it again in the morning.

T minus 11 days.  I should take up smoking; at least it would give me something to do with my hands.