home and then a wEeKeNd to remember

Home....where laundry doesn't need turned inside out before washing, beetles infest clean wash from the line, washers hold mega amounts of clothes, ovens take long to bake, shops are not a few feet away to get a missing ingredient, drive here. drive there. in car.out of car. turn on AC. turn off AC...it's too cold, and COFFEE has many creamer flavors. Home is home. Adjustments are hard. Or wait..have I been home at all to adjust- hardly. Too many things have me other places other than home. I know reality will hit just now!


The morning came to early. It does this to me every time. Maybe it is my lack of responsibility to go and sleep at a more normal time of the morning. Nonetheless morning dawned and with it lack of sleep for the ten hour drive. Five people in a van and off we were for the state of Indiana where county roads run hither and yon, grass is brown, roads are flat, but people are amazing and a beautiful friend was about to get married! The weekend had finally come for Jo and Brian to get married. It seems like yesterday us girls in Grenada would be on the roof discussing that man. NOW she married him! It was a beautiful wedding. Very fun to be a part of. It seems like a long time since I was in a bridal party. Being in Grenada limited weddings the last three years of my life. The drive was uneventful fortunately.

An afternoon wedding was planned but with severe high temperatures picture taking took place at 10. As in Grenada the person who was to pick me up was late. Being late is one thing but amongst the county roads are trains. Slow trains. Fast trains. The slow train caught us. We stopped and turned off our engine as the sign beside the road said. A worthy decision for sitting there 15 min. Picture taking was good, broken up by a coffee shop stop, before the final ones. Everything about the wedding was gorgeous. It was a fun group in the bridal party which added many moments of laughter.


Blue house once upon a time


 




*poster was an inside joke...she handled the blown up lips well*

Since we didn't really know anyone in the foreign state we found our own entertainment for the night. 

 


 I will let this picture explain itself. I was uninvolved other than being a photographer and laughing that hard!



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