Welp, it’s official–Multnomah County, Oregon has on file a legal document signed by both Hanne and myself stating that yes, we do wish to marry each other and we would like for the County and the State of Oregon and the federal government to recognize this fact. It won’t become official until our officiant signs it and a couple of witnesses size us up and decide we’re right for each other, but the hard part is done. The hard part being handing over $60 in cash, of course. Well, that and remembering where my parents were born.
The wedding planning is going largely and surprisingly well. The invitations have all gone out, the photographer is paid for, the suit has been sized and ordered, Hanne’s dress has been picked up and will soon be fitted, etc. etc. etc. The two biggest things that have yet to be settled are the officiant (who we need to meet with, not choose) and the pastry desserts, which have been decided upon but not confirmed. Other than those two minor details, I think we’re about ready. Oh, and I guess we don’t have flower arrangements decided on, a menu finalized, or the tiniest detail like the actual ceremony worked out, but that’s neither here nor there.
Work’s been going pretty well now that I’m in charge, and it’s given me an opportunity to try and get some stuff done that I felt had been languishing for too long. Of course, I spent most of today working on setting up a new server only to realize towards the end of the day that we didn’t have the legal right to actually run it, but that was more of a bookkeeping problem than anything else. Other than things like that, it’s been thankfully quiet at work so that I have time to concentrate on the tasks at hand. Part of that is due to my coworker heading people off for everyday support stuff, but it’s also just been quiet. Last Friday almost half the firm was out! I don’t know why I was there.
I’ve been running more recently, despite the heat, and it’s been good to get back into a regular routine. I’m starting to thin back down, too, and though I have no desire to get back down to my ultra skinny weight of 175 pounds, I’d be happy if I could break 200–I’m currently holding at 215, but that’s down from 225 early in the year. My belt is comfortably buckling on a smaller hole and I can wear a smaller pair of jeans, though, so even if I’m not at my desired weight I can feel the progress. All I need is to keep things up as they are and maybe–just maybe!–by the end of the year I can step on a scale and not feel bad about what I ate for dinner.
Or more specifically, that third or fourth beer.