The Wee Small


Jump, Mario, JUMP!

Jump, Mario, JUMP! Why won’t this thing work?

It’s not really that late: only about nine thirty in the evening. It’s even earlier if you consider that we should still be on California time which means our internal clocks should be telling us that it is only seven thirty in the evening. Heck, that’s not even dinner hour!

But no, it feels like it might be after midnight already.

It is the day before my sister’s wedding. The Curmudgeonly Lion and I spent the morning taking the train downtown to get our bi-annual dental cleaning while we were in town on our super-fast-ninja-strike visit for The Special Day. Then we took the train back out to my folks’ house. Then we went to the wedding rehearsal and rehearsal dinner and now we are, at last, settling in for the night. On my part this constituted fielding emails about various classes which I am currently missing and trying to post a casting notice for the week after I get back. And, of course, trying to figure out what to write about here.

I’m tired, but I’m also frantic and it turns out that a good daily dose of panic keeps the mind focused. At least the panic is only setting in right now at the end of the day: the earlier activities were conducted without apparent anxiety. That was nice. I’m making an effort to be as calm and reliable as possible in order to keep The Bride and The Mother Of The Bride feeling calm and reassured.

The wedding will be lovely, without a doubt, and once it is over I’ll be able to plunge back to the white-water abyss of graduate school. In fact I need to make an effort to visit as much as I can with family and friends on this trip since it may be the last time they see or hear anything from me for the next three years.

I feel confident, though. The omens are good. At times of great emotional uncertainty I tend to start looking for signs. For me these “signs” often come in the shape of a turtle; the animal that I consider to be my totem animal since it seems to be so prevalent in my life. I’ve been seeing a lot of turtles lately: on the billboard at the airport, on the side of a truck on the way to the church, etc. So while the ride might be bumpy I’m at least going in the right direction.

~ by Gwydhar Gebien on September 20, 2013.

One Response to “The Wee Small”

  1. Great photos and captions. I had fun camping out in your blog. I’ll be back! 🙂

    http://iseebela.wordpress.com/

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