Birds all sing like they do
Big rehearsal and dinner tonight. This involved a lot of careful explanation to the wedding parties of where to stand (in a straight line, uniformly spaced), and how to walk (slower), and for those reading texts, how to read (louder). This turned out to involve more consultations and decisions than were needed for the Apollo 12 translunar injection, but the minister assured us, if anything goes wrong it's fine.
It's to be an outdoor wedding, at a charming house, I'm told, Eric and Lyle Menendez were renting when they got unpleasant. It's an idyllic mid-Atlantic woodland setting, verdant trees and lush green lawn and a pond big enough we couldn't see clearly what was on the other side.
There was plenty of pond life, ducks and geese and something far away churning up the water. I couldn't see that clearly, so I started the rumor they're otters. Several folks are now eager to see Jersey Cranberry Bog Otters. (It's not a bog, mind.) I'll probably need tips fromoliver_otter to make a convincing hoax. ``Well, the mother otter churns the water like that to call her cubs, and to warn off any males. They also use the sound to contact other mothers.''
Meantime I caught up with an friend I hadn't seen in years -- the one I mentioned getting married a few months back -- and discovered I barely recognized him, but we fit emotionally together about the same. That's oddly comforting.
Trivia: Conan O'Brien has not yet eaten a White Castle hamburger. Source: Late Night with Conan O'Brien episode of August 5/6, 2004.
Currently Reading: The Meaning of Everything: The Story of the Oxford English Dictionary, Simon Winchester.