greetings, readers...I actually have time to say something of worth

Occasionally, I wonder if the older ones in my family actually recognize that my intended and I can make valid and correct decisions. Allow me to explain.

It seems that as decisions arise in regards to the wedding, my fiancée and I are given the opportunity to make our desires known. However, when it comes time to set that preference in stone (such as the ultimate selection of a vendor for one of the many services provided that day), our desire and/or decision on which purveyor to choose is disregarded. This has happened several times over the past few days, and it’s really starting to unnerve me…especially when the only reaction I get from my fiancée is to throw up her hands and not question the imagined authority from which this edict was handed. Ugh.

I’m afraid that our wedding day isn’t necessarily going to be our wedding day, but a day for my parents in law to show their friends and family that they’re in charge, they put this whole shindig together and how they stand out from everyone else. Isn’t the day supposed to be about celebrating our marriage? Possibly, I’m mistaken. But in all the years my father performed weddings, he seemed to ensure the happy couple knew it was their day alone. I wonder, could any of my dear readers tell me when this notion changed?

Oh well, on to bowling. A bit of a tough night last night, just touching a 300 series. I missed several easy spares, based solely on my propensity for throwing “idiot balls” down the lane. We all do this…throw a ball right by a spare leave that shows the 2-4, or miss a single pin by a mile. Yep, did that far too many times last night! Eh…such is life. We’ll take another shot at it tonight and see what we can do.

I feel a lot better after a good and/or bad night of bowling. It allows me to be physical for a few hours, have a few laughs and enjoy some time away from real life. It’s a conduit through which I’m able to let go of some frustration, even if that frustration returns each time I try to plan something I want for our wedding. I guess that’s why I don’t obsess about how the numbers fall anymore. It’s nice to see the improvement my game has had over the past year, but that’s all it is…a game. Taking home the “idiot strings” and bad nights doesn’t make it any more enjoyable, that’s for sure. And since I’ve got enough on my plate to choke a horse, I figure I’ll leave the numbers where they belong…the lanes.

My son has recently shown me he’s a chip off the old block. His teacher has given him an assignment in which he has to write a paper on three New England celebrities of his choice, and for one of his personalities he chose Carl Yastrzemski, my boyhood idol. That’s my boy! We’re bringing him up right…as a Red Sox fan!

Now, if only I could get my students to study their math so they’d do well on tests! If you could only hear the questions I’m getting right now…yikes! I’d suggest taking the books home, but I know they’re allergic. HA!