My bridal shower was yesterday, held just before my graduation. Could this month get any crazier? And it’ll only get worse as the big day approaches.
When everyone asked what I needed most, my answer elicited a wide range of responses. (Astonishment, disgust, surprise, etc.) However, it’s true. Tree is my home, and the tree surgeon monitoring her progress in adapting to her transplanting says she requires an immediate spreading of fertilizer around her base. It’s not a crisis situation; but more to prevent a future crisis. The amount of fertilizer required is expensive, though, so that’s what I asked everyone to give me.
I rented an empty hauling vehicle exclusively used for such cargo from a farm equipment company and headed up the Domain. The shower took place at the Fennec boarding house, which has a large number of occupants. Most of the...contributions...came from that source.
Fenton stayed back at Beige, and Kevin, Rudy, George Fennec, Uncle Ralph and Francis hid out in the family treehouse watching the muddy Kentucky Derby. The shower itself was a concentrated dose of estrogen; more than I’m comfortable with, actually. But of course I was polite and smiled a lot. This was in my honor, after all. I enjoyed catching up with Kindle relatives I hadn’t seen in years since Dad and I left the rabbit warren.
I departed with a full load and drove back home. (Yes, I said Tree is home now.) She’d created her own shower...of pine cones. I thanked her profusely, and later called Douglas Squirrel to come and get them. By the time he and Gran arrived at mid-evening, Fenton and I had unloaded the fertilizer.
I’ve now been up for 24 hours straight. These daytime events are really messing with my circadian rhythms. And now I’ve got a graduation to attend... I'm going to sleep now; in the meantime, what kind of bridal shower gifts do human brides get?