Mid-September

[alt_sinistra]

In New London for the afternoon, a combination of errands and catching up with two of my sisters. It is amazing how quickly things fall into place after just a week or two back at school, really - I’ve been working tidily through my list and plans, and it’s so satisfying to see things checked off.

The weather, alas, not so much - we’ve had some glorious stargazing weather the last week, but I’m afraid it’s the last gasps before the far more uncertain days of the fall and winter.

Temp - thanks again for rounding more of those up. And for the other set of used-book searching, too. Gilly - no worries that you had to cancel, I found other company, but next week? Could do lunch at one.

Comments

Re: Private message to Poppy Pomfrey and Pomona Sprout

[alt_poppy]

Well, it is true that the leisure to laugh at it all is one of the rewards for persevering through the business of wedding planning. But don't wish for the season of anticipation to fly past--or lose all of its unique pleasures by pushing too hard at the details.

At the end, even if every piece of the planning goes awry and every detail falls short, the point is to marry Rabastan and to begin your life together in the presence of people you care about (and any number of other people you also feel obliged to ask along as spectators). And, yes, if the decorative bits all go pear-shaped, there will be articles in the gossip rags, and people will talk, but you'll be no less married to the wizard you love. And you'll have stories to tell and retell across the years. Particularly the ones at the expense of any of your acquaintance with the bad grace to act sour about petty details.

I'm quite looking forward to it.

Re: Private message to Poppy Pomfrey and Pomona Sprout

[alt_sinistra]

Oh, no. And in some ways, it's handy that I can only really fuss at some of the planning on Tuesdays.

You are very right that the point is to be married, and to Raz. (And I said as much to him myself earlier today.) There's just so much idiocy people seem to try and attach to the whole thing, and I gather that's only going to get worse. I intend to fling myself on the twin pillars of family tradition and Raz's preferences. (Raz's preference is that we arrange this thing with minimal misery to both of us. He'd be happy to elope, except that's clearly not possible if we want anyone ever to speak to us again.)

I am going to rely on both of you, you know, to help me keep my good humour, mind you.

Right. Quick note to him, and then I'm teaching.