This year, I have other fish to fry. I still don't love living in Vancouver, but I am getting the hang of it. Now that I have achieved this state of Nirvhana, my husband tells me that we will probably be moving east again, to St. John's, Nfld. or the Niagara region in Ontario, or who knows. We should know by the end of October, maybe. It is out of my control, so I have decided to ignore it until I know if we have to move, or not.
I need to lose weight and get in shape. At 55, I really do need to get this in control before it becomes a health issue. It will be much more fun whining about having to exercise, than whining that I can't find clothes that fit around my belly. I know how to do it, I'm just really good at putting it off. My heart will thank me, as will the hips and knees that have to support the excess blubber.
My oldest daughter is now engaged to her best friend. He worships the ground she walks on, and has for a long time. The wedding is to be September 5, 2011, in Ontario. I'm not quite sure what my role as mother of the bride is. The wedding, I'm told is going to be at his family's cottage on a lake north of Kingston, and is going to be very small, maximum 60 people. My daughter phoned and asked if she had to invite all of her relatives, or could she not invite most of them. Gulp! I told her that it was her wedding and that she and her partner were in charge of the guest list. This the right thing for them and the size of the venue, but there will be hurt feelings, and general huffiness. There will be lots to write about on this topic. I think my major role as mother of the bride will be to take the blame for this.
Am I totally charming? Nope, and I never have been. I have a tendency to be blunt and speak the painful truth, as I see it. Some people appreciate this, and others do not. I was told that I am totally charming one day last summer by somebody who obviously appreciates this. Within the same week, I was told by my mother in law, that I am a nasty control freak, and that I needed to let my kids, who are all now adults, to live their own lives. That hurt, and I don't think I micro-manage their lives. My son, who travels all over the world for his job, does let me know when and where he is going to work, and when he will be home. This usually means that I get told that he is going to Africa for 6 weeks, leaving on Tuesday, or whatever, and will be returning on an approximate date.His partner works the same kind of schedule, and she lets her mother know where they are too. It is always good to know that they are safe.
Anyway that is what makes me 'the totally charming control freak mother of the bride'.
I think I'll go down to the gym and figure out the elliptical trainer thingy.
