Of Kittens and Weddings

One of our cats is a frisky, quasi-hyperactive kitten named Sophia.

Right now, Sophia is tearing up the dining room, prancing and dancing and playing with a little plastic gizmo that I think might once have been a top.

Earlier, I had to rescue one of Francine’s scarves. Sophia had wrestled it to the ground and was gnawing it to death.

There are lots of little scraps and such for Sophia to play with right now. Francine and her niece and “best woman” spent most of the day sewing wedding dresses. The wedding has a 1920s theme, so there are a lot of little bangles and feather scraps and pearl-like beads scattered where they fell.

I’ll vacuum in the morning.

The wedding is in twelve days.

On Saturday, the house was full of wedding party and assorted assisting angels. It was a work party of sorts – we even barbecued ribs. Of course, this being January in Tacoma, this was done in the garage to avoid the rain. The smell of roasting cow bits mixed uncomfortably with the aroma of spray paint.

I think we may have frightened the photographer. I hope he’ll recover by the 25th.

We also worked on the schedule for the 23rd through the 25th – in its complexity it’s beginning to resemble a timetable for field maneuvers in central Europe.

Still – it’s all coming together, and my panic level has how subsided to a slow boil.