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06 July 2005
Catching My Breath after Vacation
Now I need another vacation to relax.
Our whirlwind wedding, family visiting, and recreating tour officially finished when I rolled into bed at about 3:00 a.m. CDT today (Wednesday). "Vacation" comes from the Latin vaca, meaning "to be free from work, of a master, of property." For a few days, I had no assigned work nor master, and once the credit card bills come in, I should be devoid of property, as well.
It was a good, if brief time. On Friday night, we went to Busch stadium and watched the Cardinals trounce the Rockies. Saturday brought wedding preparations, including gift shopping (the bride was only registered in the St. Louis area), the rehearsal, and a picnic dinner following. Sunday included church at Immanuel, Olivette and Bible class with Bill Schmelder, a brief breath-catching at the hotel, then a wedding, photos, and the reception in nearby St. Charles. Thanks to that city's weekend-long celebration of Independence Day, we had an excellent view of their July 3 fireworks from the reception hall.
Monday morning meant a trip to the Saint Louis Zoo. We then ate lunch with family and watched the newlyweds open their gifts. That night we ate with the bride's brother and his wife, then went to a park in Bridgeton, where we could watch fireworks from that community and St. Charles.
Tuesday was Six Flags Day. After a day of rollercoasters and water rides, we ate supper at my brother's house, chewed the fat way too late, then drove home red-eyed and (in my case) hypercaffeinated. ¶ 23:43 |
Our whirlwind wedding, family visiting, and recreating tour officially finished when I rolled into bed at about 3:00 a.m. CDT today (Wednesday). "Vacation" comes from the Latin vaca, meaning "to be free from work, of a master, of property." For a few days, I had no assigned work nor master, and once the credit card bills come in, I should be devoid of property, as well.
It was a good, if brief time. On Friday night, we went to Busch stadium and watched the Cardinals trounce the Rockies. Saturday brought wedding preparations, including gift shopping (the bride was only registered in the St. Louis area), the rehearsal, and a picnic dinner following. Sunday included church at Immanuel, Olivette and Bible class with Bill Schmelder, a brief breath-catching at the hotel, then a wedding, photos, and the reception in nearby St. Charles. Thanks to that city's weekend-long celebration of Independence Day, we had an excellent view of their July 3 fireworks from the reception hall.
Monday morning meant a trip to the Saint Louis Zoo. We then ate lunch with family and watched the newlyweds open their gifts. That night we ate with the bride's brother and his wife, then went to a park in Bridgeton, where we could watch fireworks from that community and St. Charles.
Tuesday was Six Flags Day. After a day of rollercoasters and water rides, we ate supper at my brother's house, chewed the fat way too late, then drove home red-eyed and (in my case) hypercaffeinated. ¶ 23:43 |
