I did get a bunch of sleep yesterday, more than I should have, anyway. Karen woke me up about 18:00, and I immediately got a cramp in my calf. I haven't done that in a long time...
Karen and Kim and Lacee went out to get a wedding present for Lacees' babysitter for the last seven years. I told Karen to call me if they were going out to eat and I would meet them wherever they were going.
About two hours later I got a call, and the caller ID said it was a wireless call... but it was Matt. He was downstairs, and the door wouldn't open. I got him out and disassembled the latch and found that it was just loose so I put it back together and tightened everything down and it works fine now.
Just as I got done with that Kim called, they wanted me to get a table at Applebee's so I went down and found that it wasn't too busy, I got a booth in about five minutes. Then I waited for them for the next twenty minutes. Had a nice meal and came home about 22:00.
The weather was acting up some, and I didn't know whether or not to go to bed; Karen and I took a shower and as she was drying off, the tornado sirens went off.
Watching the radar, I was impressed. Big storm, heading right for us. I went outside and watched, and Karen decided to hole up in the basement. About the time that she got settled in, it was all over. The storm had veered northward when it was about a mile from here and mostly hit North Topeka with some wind and some large hail.
We got to bed before 01:00... Karen wanted me to open the window, so I did. There was another line of storms coming, but they looked like they would go north, too, and I wasn't worried about them.
Well, at 02:00, just as I was getting to sleep, the thunderstorm hit. A little wind, but mostly torrential rain. However, it did wake me up enough to where I couldn't get back to sleep... I was up until 05:00.
So I got up this afternoon about 13:00. Karen was gone, but she and Patrick returned shortly with a bunch of plants. They worked at re-potting the plants while I did the Weed-be-gone™ on the lawn. I got done about 15:30. The sky was overcast but it didn't really feel like it was going to rain.
Karen had talked me into going to the wedding with her... she said that although it was Catholic, there wasn't going to be a mass.
It started at 18:00, and I was ready to go at 17:30... and it started pouring. I had seen a line of storms on the radar earlier down by Emporia, but storms from Emporia always go due east. Except for when I've spent an hour and $25 putting chemicals on my lawn.
I'll have to wait and see if it worked... if not, I'll have to do it again, dammit.
Now... for the wedding.
It was pouring when Karen and I got to the church, so we waited for about five minutes in the parking lot. It had started fading off, so we got out and started for the church. Patrick and Steve had just gotten out of their car, so we walked up with them. However, there was a river at the curb, and Karen wound up with a wet foot, or maybe two.
It was in the same church that I got married in the first time. Most Pure Heart of Mary. It looks exactly the same, and the celebrant was Father George, who did the very last mass that I attended when I was still a Catholic twenty years ago.
And it was a full mass. Not a long, drawn-out wedding mass, but just the regular Saturday night mass with the wedding thrown in.
I spent a lot of time biting my tongue and trying to not laugh. It was apparent to Kim and Karen that I was having a hard time, they kept snickering at me.
There was a dinner afterwards in O'conner hall... Father John O'conner was the priest who married Marta and I in 1971. He died exactly a year later of a cerebral hemorrhage. Interestingly, about six months before he died, I was taking care of one of his old friends who'd had a cerebral hemorrhage, and Father John told me that that was the way he wanted to go... just fade away.
Anyway, it was fun spending the evening with Karen. Lacee was all dressed up, she and her little friend Macey got to give away the bubbles... evidently a tradition now, blow bubbles instead of throwing rice. A lot more fun for the kids and a lot less clean-up for the crew. I'm sure that the birds miss the rice, though.
Looks like more storms tonight, and more tomorrow. Tornado season in Kansas... gotta love it!
I decided not to go into what I really thought here. I think that I'll leave that up to your imagination. But I really don't understand how people can debase themselves by having an imaginary master... and being enthusiastic about it.