Jessica, I hope your board president spends the rest of her life unsuccessfully finding a good parking spot.

aurelia, get out and have fun. It's a beautiful day today.

Ugh. Another 100 degree day. Noah is so excited about impending kindergarten tomorrow that he is vibrating with excitement. Yet we still managed Target and a haircut for Grace and getting the floors mopped.

I finally have all my belongings in my house! With the coat-closet SNAFU on moving day and being unable to figure out where they would go, my parents took my coats to their place. But I figured it out! And now I have them. So that's good.

Guess who's waiting for the rest of the board to show up for our 9pm meeting? Go on, guess!

Guess who's currently got seven real estate search tabs open while she waits?

(To pre-emptively answer the question, if I resigned from the board, the building would have to hire a management company, which would enough to the monthly maintenance fee that we wouldn't be able to afford to live here anyway.)

if I resigned from the board, the building would have to hire a management company, which would enough to the monthly maintenance fee that we wouldn't be able to afford to live here anyway

So that's true if someone else quits? Yikes.

The time that my husband spent on our townhouse's board can be likened to hell.

Okay. I'm home. I had to get admitted to get precisely what my pain and migraine doctors recommend, and that will cost me a considerable extra amount of money THROUGH NO FAULT OF MY OWN. To get the medication I would have asked for earlier, but I just wanted to believe they'd do the right thing.

I know, I know...but the past month or so--they've been great! And the observation admitting doctors were fine too.

God, it's not complicated. But I clearly can't take things for granted. The nurse in observation was Haitian, and she didn't know there was a Haitian nurse in the ER. And she has the loveliest name...Brissonne. She was very nice, and she reassured me that asking the nurses before they give me anything how much they're giving me isn't pushy or drugseeking red flag or anything. I needed to hear that from a nurse.

My mother is begging me not to wear menswear to the wedding. Poor thing. I told her that if she doesn't go, she doesn't get a call.

The time that my husband spent on our townhouse's board can be likened to hell.

I remember that horror show and I didn't even witness it in person.

I just dropped Tom off at the airport.

Sad now

I had a pretty good weekend. Went to the wedding of someone I've know pretty much my whole life. It was a beautiful wedding -- held at a sculpture garden. It was Jewish/Pagan, with no officiant, so all of us stood up to ask the "Do you take this man...?" parts, and the bride and groom answered "I do" to all of us. Most of the usual Jewish wedding traditions, plus some Pagan stuff. As we walked in, we were each given a flower and told to wear it somehow (I clipped mine into my hair with a clip I was already wearing; most of the men put them into their lapels, and there was someone who helped people make them into rings and stuff), and then, during the ceremony, the groom's mother told us to focus our energy on good thoughts and wishes into the flowers, and they collected them in a basket as we left the ceremony, and they're going to release them into the ocean.