The past few days at the soon-to-be Dr.-and-Mrs.-Geek household were busy ones. Friday involved a Company O. "off-site" at a climbing gym, of all things. One of the senior managers of my group at Company O. likes to periodically get all us cubicle dwellers out in the sunshine to interact using something other than e-mail. I managed to scramble about 25 up a wall nearly half a dozen times on Friday, but, my arms felt ready to fall off at the elbows afterward.
We had our final meeting with the pastor of the Catholic Church where we will be married on Saturday. That went well, and all of the necessary paperwork the Church requires has been completed. That was followed by a visit with Fiancee S.'s Dad, in order to pick the latest round of wedding gifts that are acculating at his place. The remainder of the day for me involved cleaning the apartment to keep the mess at bay and writing "thank you" notes for the wedding gifts we have opened. We have a FIRM household rule that we cannot use a wedding gift until a "thank you" note has been written for it.
Sunday involved yet another round of struggles with boxes... affirming yet again that boxes are BAD. We moved various boxes out of Fiancee S.'s classroom. The contents of some of them will end up in the computer lab of the school where Fiancee S. will be working come August. Others will remain in storage more or less until we have children. The lifting didn't help my elbows any, I must say.
Fiancee S. and I encountered the most "charming" couple we've met in quite some time while we moved classroom booty from the car to our rented storage unit. As we were pulling up to unload stuff out of the back of a borrowed minivan, a car pulled up containing three people: an older man in his mid-to-late 50's, a slightly younger woman, and a child that could not have been older than 5 years. The man commandeered the last car the facility made available to transport junk, leaving Fiancee S. and I to load up the hand truck I purchased earlier in the day. After loading up said hand truck, Fiancee S. tried to take it into the building, but was forced to wait while the man loaded the cart. The woman with him tried to move the cart to let Fiancee S. pass, but, the man started to yell at her that she was stupid, it wasn't a loading zone, and well, that she was even more stupid, for good measure.
Eventually Fiancee S. and I both got into the building, I unloaded the hand truck and began stacking stuff in the storage locker. Fiancee S. left to re-load the hand truck. When I finished, I went outside to join her. As I was leaving, the older man saw me as he was stacking his own odds and ends, and said "Sorry about that outside. She's a real bitch and I'm getting back at her."
It is incidents like this that remind me why divorce statistics are so high.
on 2004-06-15 at 2:50 p.m.
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