(Not that they aren't part of why it started pre-ruined, anyway. as we've covered, austerity sucks.)
I saw on TV that Princess Beatrice had a modest wedding.(Haven't been a royal watcher since puberty, but I remember when she was born and how all the 8s in her birthdate could have been lucky. Thinking of her getting married makes me feel about one hundred.)
I looked at the understated pics and...well, it's not like I wanted a wedding...being this isolated and single it's important to say that because, though there are periods of great boredom in between writing probably-doomed writing projects and election stuff, I don't want you to imagine me clipping out jawlines and noses for my Romantic Vision Board. I don't do that. Yet. I am a thousand words into an expansion of "Wedded Twist" into a book, which I am trying to love, but possibly am just undertaking because there are no other journeys for me to go on for the moment. It could have some potential, though.(They used to say that about me, once, though, and look how that turned out.)
I want to get an invitation without feeling like it's a death warrant.(Of course for some people, the stakes are more dire, but this does remind me how thin the thread is that keeps my life together.) That does not feel great. Neither does the realization that, though I'm not old yet, neither am I young enough that I can believe that we can just collect "The hugs we didn't give/ the dinners we didn't gather for..." Etc, as so many ads say.
I wish I could think our side was a bunch better, but at a time when we need the Justice League, we have, I don't know, The Addams Family.
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