Then, I headed up to the place Chris and Frieda have chosen for their wedding, Wildwood Retreat Center. I went up and up and up. I came to a road ends sign and a pavenment ends sign and a no place to turn around for four and a half miles sign, and still I went up and then, I thought what am I doing? I've made a mistake. Next stop, the stars, if it were night, so I turned around, not easily I might add, and went back down and re-read the directions and went back up trying to figure out where 22,000 could be, when the road ended at 18,000. I went up again, figuring I missed something and down again. Oh, if only my cel phone would have worked within the maze in which I was wound, and, yet, it was beautiful. My eyes were opened wide. Finally, I went back into Guerneville and called for directions. Well, of course, you go on up the road of no entry and no pavement and so a third time up to Paradise and Martin and Tim, and Julie Andrews Point and the Memorial and views, views, views. Tis top of the mountain. And then I checked out Applewood for the rehearsal dinner and numbers are whirling in my head and I remember the days when I got married, and it was so much simpler. This is to be four days of festivities and bonding, and I know it will be lovely, and in the moment, I feel very, very old.
Elaine sent me a wonderful video of a woman saying in two and a half minutes what we say to our children in 24 hours. She says it to the William Tell Overture. It is hilarious and it is so true. I love the energy of the young, and I must admit that my energy level is simple and sloooowwww. I am the turtle tonight and proud of it.
Chris and Frieda call. They understand the logistics. All is well. I can relax. The wedding will be beautiful beyond imagining, in a spot that is heaven itself. There is an oak there, the oldest of some certain kind of oak in California. I don't know how they know that, but I believe it. It is one of those twiners and exquisite indeed. I picture Frieda in the tree in her wedding dress with Chris looking up at her. It will be unimaginable.
I know we need to stretch ourselves, and I accept that. For Chris and Frieda, this is fun, and it is what is.
Perhaps, complicating this, is that we are having our inner house painted, so I return to what will remain unexplained. I am going to bed, setting my alarm, and again rising early for another day of fun.
May you, too, enjoy the life you live. : )