This afternoon Georg and I went to the wedding of a client of mine. Who was marrying his high school sweetheart, from whom he had been separated for 50 years. They had gone steady for all of high school, then had broken up when they graduated and hadn't seen each other again until their 50th high school reunion. So romantic! After their exchange of rings, he gave her back the "friendship ring" from their high school romance, which he had kept all those years. I was actually surprised to be invited as I don't know him that well. But still, it was a beautiful ceremony, held in a spectacular 70's house in Chapel Hill.
On the way home we stopped at Home Depot. I was looking for this organic herbicide, it's just extra-strong vinegar that you spray on cut branches and it seeps down into the roots and kills the plants. I hear it's effective on those vines that I've had such a hard time digging up. Unfortunately they didn't have it. I'm going to try Barnes Supply next.
We got home to the craziest thing: Thirteen had been agitated while we were gone, and had somehow managed to trap herself inside the bathroom and then get inside the tub! What the? The bathroom door I can understand as it tends to swing shut. She must have gone inside, then pawed at the door when it swung behind her, and accidently pushed it closed. But the tub?? She can barely climb out of the tub on her own when I give her a bath, at which time she desparately wants out. Why on earth did she get in there by herself?
I hope she wasn't trapped in the tub all afternoon. It couldn't have been that long because she also had time to knock over a stack of CDs and a wastepaper basket (which Georg had just emptied, whew) and pee on the kitchen floor. I got her out of the tub and put her outside, and she ran right out into the yard and went to the bathroom again. Jeez, I'm glad we got home when we did.
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