The days here are losing the light so fast. We've lost an hour at night. By 7:30 we are well into dusk. It seems to take so long for the days to grow and they just seem to slide away so quickly.
We are at W-2 here (2 days until Em's wedding). Tonight Pk, El and I will make several pounds of potato salad and pack it off to the caterer tomorrow morning. The wedding is on Saturday afternoon down at the beach. The weather has been incredibly humid and rather warm all week but Saturday? 70 degrees. I am taking a nice warm alpaca shawl and a sweater just in case. When I'm not suffering power surges, I am still easily cold.
I am also, evidently, a frail fragile flower of femininity. I got two bites on my arm (presumably mosquitos) that are large, painful and have small blisters. I think it's an allergic reaction to whatever bit me. I've had reactions before but never blisters. I put a call into the doctor because I don't want to end up in the ER with an infection on Saturday morning. I've been hospitalized on bags and bags of IV antibiotics twice and been seen in the ER for them several times. All for cellulitis. I am a MRSA carrier and I get a bit nervous when there are warm red spots on my skin.
Peter Kevin an I spent most of last Saturday building this. Em wanted a shelter to put on the beach for the wedding. Something romantic. Pk used bamboo and we bought about 40 yards of tulle and some silver stars and blue ribbons and made this. It flows softly in the breeze and the bits hanging in the back have glitter which catches the light and sparkles.