Sep 25 2002
another wedding
Last weekend we went to Husband’s cousin’s wedding, held on an island off the coast of Maine. It was nice on several levels… our wedding only three weeks past and the planning for it still fresh in our minds, we found it terribly relaxing to be able to attend someone *else’s* wedding and just sit back and enjoy the day without having to worry about any of the details. It was also a chance for me to meet many of the In-Laws as well as visit with some who were at our wedding and with whom I didn’t get a chance to do more than say hi and thanksfercoming. And… we were in Maine, on the ocean, which is where both of us feel most at home.
Due to my procrastination, we weren’t able to book a room in the main hotel on the island. Instead, we stayed in a small bed-and-breakfast nearby. I now realize that staying in B&Bs is going to be a difficult thing for me. This particular one was a cute house, and I felt like we were walking into someone’s home (probably because we *were* - even though the owner/hostess has her personal bedroom(s) upstairs, it was obvious that she lives in the entire house.. books, papers, magazines were everywhere -rather like our house, in fact). I felt like I was supposed to be helping, as I would if we were visiting friends and staying with them for a weekend. I stopped short of offering to do dishes (we *were* paying for the room, after all - I couldn’t quite bring myself to pay for the opportunity to help wash 
), but did end up stripping the sheets off the bed in the morning and helped to bring coffee/tea mugs to the breakfast table, etc. Husband was amused.
Another highlight of the weekend was going sailing for a few hours with a couple of Husband’s siblings and one of their SOs. Husband’s grandfather was a boat-builder, and his mum has the last boat he worked on - a 25-foot sloop. Husband’s sister & her bf had borrowed it for the weekend, and sailing on it Saturday afternoon was one of the most relaxing and enjoyable things we’ve done in a long while. I’ve now got an urge to learn how to sail myself - I’d love to be able to spend a summer on the ocean, toodling around in a boat. Time to dig out that copy of Sailing For Dummies I bought ages ago, methinks. Perhaps next spring/summer we can take some lessons.
