Before you go to Nevis, you must go to the WEDDING :-)
Jul 30th, 2006, 01:01 PM
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Before you go to Nevis, you must go to the WEDDING :-)
I will try (yes I will !) not to turn this part of my trip report into a *bitching* session or a medical report.
I posted before I left for the wedding that I had one foot out the door. Two days before departure I threw my back out, lifting something (probably my clothes ;-) ) and suddenly found myself unable to walk. The back affects the legs, I have since learned, and both my hamstrings and quads were affected. WALK, I tell myself...and so I do, as long as there is a wall nearby to cling to. Not exactly the image I want to project to the EX and his healthy, younger girlfriend.
5 days of festivities await me in Boston, with the cobblestone streets and uneven footing. I CAN do this, I assure myself, until my daughter happily announces that we will be going to the rehearsal dinner in a "water taxi". This clearly means no easy access via a gangplank. This means standing on a floating, bobbing deck, negotiating the tires that separate the dock from the taxi. With no escort at hand or arm, I make a graceful attempt and fall into the taxi, but I did avoid the water. Now male feet attempt to come to my aid...they must all wear a size 15 and step on both ankles. I ask for ice please, as the bruising and swelling begin...declining the champage that is offered. I still have to get OUT, you know ;-)
The taxi docked in the wrong place...but it's only a 3 mile walk to the dinner site assures my daughter's MIL. I think she has me confused with the bride who is a marathon runner, or she's just an evil woman. I opt for the second theory and proceed to walk. But I did take a land taxi back !
Clearly the lovely gold, strappy sandals are not an option for the next day, but I always pack *just in case* so there are lovely gold flats available. My elder daughter's husband has been assigned to escort me, as she is Matron of Honor. The man was wonderful and offered his height and his strong arm....although I imagine he still has marks on his arms from my death grip on him.
Lauren was an exquisite bride (don't all mothers get to say that !) but she has an understated elegance and joyful, quiet spirit that makes you say WOW
She has inherited my love of flowers and the reception room was filled with different varities of orchids, white roses and white calla lillies. Simply amazing, with pin lights spotlighting the table arrangements and candles in varying heights for a truly romantic feel, from any angle. String quartet for cocktail hour and a multi-talented band for dinner and dancing. Indeed it was a GALA affair.
Now for just a little *bitchy*....when the EX and the glue stick, masquerading as a woman, arrived to meet the Groom's family on Thursday evening,he greeted the men with hearty pats on the back and then circulated to introduce himself to the women who were all seated. When he reached me, he extended his hand and said "Hi, I'm M, the father of the bride". This was a marriage of 32 years, and my back and legs may certainly show the signs of my age, but I did not fall on my face ;-)...pretty much looks the same. So, I didn't extend my hand, but replied "I think we've met".
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I posted before I left for the wedding that I had one foot out the door. Two days before departure I threw my back out, lifting something (probably my clothes ;-) ) and suddenly found myself unable to walk. The back affects the legs, I have since learned, and both my hamstrings and quads were affected. WALK, I tell myself...and so I do, as long as there is a wall nearby to cling to. Not exactly the image I want to project to the EX and his healthy, younger girlfriend.
5 days of festivities await me in Boston, with the cobblestone streets and uneven footing. I CAN do this, I assure myself, until my daughter happily announces that we will be going to the rehearsal dinner in a "water taxi". This clearly means no easy access via a gangplank. This means standing on a floating, bobbing deck, negotiating the tires that separate the dock from the taxi. With no escort at hand or arm, I make a graceful attempt and fall into the taxi, but I did avoid the water. Now male feet attempt to come to my aid...they must all wear a size 15 and step on both ankles. I ask for ice please, as the bruising and swelling begin...declining the champage that is offered. I still have to get OUT, you know ;-)
The taxi docked in the wrong place...but it's only a 3 mile walk to the dinner site assures my daughter's MIL. I think she has me confused with the bride who is a marathon runner, or she's just an evil woman. I opt for the second theory and proceed to walk. But I did take a land taxi back !
Clearly the lovely gold, strappy sandals are not an option for the next day, but I always pack *just in case* so there are lovely gold flats available. My elder daughter's husband has been assigned to escort me, as she is Matron of Honor. The man was wonderful and offered his height and his strong arm....although I imagine he still has marks on his arms from my death grip on him.
Lauren was an exquisite bride (don't all mothers get to say that !) but she has an understated elegance and joyful, quiet spirit that makes you say WOW
She has inherited my love of flowers and the reception room was filled with different varities of orchids, white roses and white calla lillies. Simply amazing, with pin lights spotlighting the table arrangements and candles in varying heights for a truly romantic feel, from any angle. String quartet for cocktail hour and a multi-talented band for dinner and dancing. Indeed it was a GALA affair.Now for just a little *bitchy*....when the EX and the glue stick, masquerading as a woman, arrived to meet the Groom's family on Thursday evening,he greeted the men with hearty pats on the back and then circulated to introduce himself to the women who were all seated. When he reached me, he extended his hand and said "Hi, I'm M, the father of the bride". This was a marriage of 32 years, and my back and legs may certainly show the signs of my age, but I did not fall on my face ;-)...pretty much looks the same. So, I didn't extend my hand, but replied "I think we've met".
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Jul 30th, 2006, 01:27 PM
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ahh, Marion, that was sooner than I could have hoped for. "I think we've met" indeed! I would have loved to see that encounter, as well as the daggers you were no doubt throwing his way.
Please keep going when you have the time and you're back in the swing of things. I'm busily composing the first installment of my trip report in a word document right now. Will post tonight.
Please keep going when you have the time and you're back in the swing of things. I'm busily composing the first installment of my trip report in a word document right now. Will post tonight.
Jul 30th, 2006, 01:44 PM
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Classy reply. I applaud your restraint. Not sure I would have been so gracious. It would have been hard not to send a right hook to his left jaw, but then again it was your daughter's wedding so of course nothing but the epitome of grace. Still your description of your daughter, the flowers, sounds so beautiful. Hope your daughter takes after you.
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Jul 30th, 2006, 01:56 PM
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Hooray Marion!
Even better than anticipated and indeed more bitching please. Sounds like you're intitled.
There's got to be someone out there who will pay big $ to use this material.
Can't wait for the next installment. Oh yes, Nevis!
Newbie,
Jo_Lee
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Your daughter and the wedding sound so exquisitely beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
Jul 30th, 2006, 02:28 PM
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Thanks for the supportive replies...much needed and much appreciated.
Owa...I was surprised that you wanted a little more *bitching*. I think of you as one of the kindest posters here. But since you asked ;-)...the Ex was the first to board the water taxi (there were three in total). He always needs to be first in line. When I finally was situated in a seat after my fall, I looked over to see him laughing. Had I confronted him later, he would have said it was "nervous laughter"....but he made no move to help. As to my back, I came through SJU and BOS in a wheelchair, which was difficult for my pride. The complication here, medically, is that I was severely injured in a car crash almost twenty years ago. With many surgeries, plates and screws and bone grafting to save the leg. So Ihave over-compensated for one side of my body, by depending on the other. And that other side is now saying it's tired.
Toppy....indeed he has a full subscription of issues A great line that I paln to steal ! Dare I tell that is a Psychologist...not a clinician, but industrial/organizational. But I think the parable of the cobbler and his children certainly fits
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Owa...I was surprised that you wanted a little more *bitching*. I think of you as one of the kindest posters here. But since you asked ;-)...the Ex was the first to board the water taxi (there were three in total). He always needs to be first in line. When I finally was situated in a seat after my fall, I looked over to see him laughing. Had I confronted him later, he would have said it was "nervous laughter"....but he made no move to help. As to my back, I came through SJU and BOS in a wheelchair, which was difficult for my pride. The complication here, medically, is that I was severely injured in a car crash almost twenty years ago. With many surgeries, plates and screws and bone grafting to save the leg. So Ihave over-compensated for one side of my body, by depending on the other. And that other side is now saying it's tired.
Toppy....indeed he has a full subscription of issues
A great line that I paln to steal ! Dare I tell that is a Psychologist...not a clinician, but industrial/organizational. But I think the parable of the cobbler and his children certainly fits Marion
Jul 30th, 2006, 03:26 PM
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Marion, Thanks for the kind words, but I get kinda sick when I think about older men and "young things". I have a friend going thru this right now, and the pain I see sad. I guess that is why I was gleeful to see your spunk in words, thoughts and action shine brightly in your post. Owa
Jul 30th, 2006, 03:32 PM
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Yikes, Marion! That sounds really serious about your back. I'm sorry to read about your accident and I hope that you're soon feeling as spirited as you're sounding.
I think *you* should be the one to write a book, as this story you're telling is so entertaining. How lucky you are to retain your wry sense of humor!
I think *you* should be the one to write a book, as this story you're telling is so entertaining. How lucky you are to retain your wry sense of humor!
Jul 30th, 2006, 04:13 PM
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Hi Marion,
Welcome home!!! I've been thinking about you. I was unsure how long your stay was to be. Sorry to hear about the bad timing with your back injury. Hope you are on the mend. Those things take a long time to heal I sure hope your flight wasn't too uncomfortable. Your comeback doesn't surprise me at all as I know that you are feisty but still maintain your class I can't wait to read the rest.
Welcome home!!! I've been thinking about you. I was unsure how long your stay was to be. Sorry to hear about the bad timing with your back injury. Hope you are on the mend. Those things take a long time to heal I sure hope your flight wasn't too uncomfortable. Your comeback doesn't surprise me at all as I know that you are feisty but still maintain your class
I can't wait to read the rest.
Jul 30th, 2006, 04:28 PM
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Thanks Brenda !
I swear that if I had contact info for you while in Boston, I would have emailed for your wise opinion.
I had well meaning friends suggesting "toxemia", "gout" and what "if it's a blood clot". I dismissed all of that and wished for a PDR rather than Gideon and his bible
One of the ex brothers-in-law, an MD practicing in Atlanta, advised going home immediately and resting and elevating my legs. When I told him I would do that in Nevis, he smiled and shook his head. At least he smiled
Marion
I swear that if I had contact info for you while in Boston, I would have emailed for your wise opinion.
I had well meaning friends suggesting "toxemia", "gout" and what "if it's a blood clot". I dismissed all of that and wished for a PDR rather than Gideon and his bible
One of the ex brothers-in-law, an MD practicing in Atlanta, advised going home immediately and resting and elevating my legs. When I told him I would do that in Nevis, he smiled and shook his head. At least he smiled
Marion
Jul 30th, 2006, 04:50 PM
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cmcfong,
You just know this thread will be deleted soon....a little too much feminist identification and not enough travel talk.
Maybe you could help by posting your favorite places in Bermuda. I've never been, but it's so close, I think I should consider a trip there.
The *gluestick* reference implies that she needed to establish her place with him and was attached to him, physically, at all times. "Masquerading as a woman" means only that any real woman, whether she is single, married, divorced or widowed,
would have had the grace and dignity to stay home rather than be *in my face*.
It seems that her insecurity runs deep.
Marion
You just know this thread will be deleted soon....a little too much feminist identification and not enough travel talk.
Maybe you could help by posting your favorite places in Bermuda. I've never been, but it's so close, I think I should consider a trip there.
The *gluestick* reference implies that she needed to establish her place with him and was attached to him, physically, at all times. "Masquerading as a woman" means only that any real woman, whether she is single, married, divorced or widowed,
would have had the grace and dignity to stay home rather than be *in my face*.
It seems that her insecurity runs deep.
Marion
Jul 30th, 2006, 05:53 PM
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Marion,
What rotten luck to have been injured for the wedding. I'm so glad you stuck to your plans to go to Nevis, and am looking forward to your further report. I hope your doing better now.
I just love the "gluestick" description! After all, she couldn't leave him to go solo, she knows what he's capable of doing. Insecure--you're exactly right.
cw
What rotten luck to have been injured for the wedding. I'm so glad you stuck to your plans to go to Nevis, and am looking forward to your further report. I hope your doing better now.
I just love the "gluestick" description! After all, she couldn't leave him to go solo, she knows what he's capable of doing. Insecure--you're exactly right.
cw
Jul 31st, 2006, 04:53 AM
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Marion, as always, you are very entertaining!
I can't wait to hear about your time in Nevis.
I am so sorry about your back. I had 2 ruptured disks on our first trip and walked bent over, so I do understand. I was determined not to miss a thing!
I can't wait to hear about your time in Nevis.
I am so sorry about your back. I had 2 ruptured disks on our first trip and walked bent over, so I do understand. I was determined not to miss a thing!
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Brenda, a reflexology/cranial-sacral specialist and certified masseuse/holistic healer with her own spa in Toronto and now part of the Celestine Blessings Spa at Silent Waters, lives near Mandeville. She'll be coming to see you in Great Bay and will look forward to assuaging tender spines, legs, feet and egos. A classic story, you must admit, worthy of Robert Altman -- or dining out on for at least a year 
