ONE Does Not an EVENT Make
07/12/2013 § 7 Comments
I’m trembling with anticipation and won’t know my purpose until I’m delivered. Am I celebrating a birth, a birthday, an anniversary? Am I an expression of love or apology or marking an achievement? Perhaps I’m going to a WEDDING. Of course I could just be going to someone who buys flowers every week just for the heck of it. That would be a bummer. I couldn’t stop being decorative, but I’d turn off the festive. The two of us might just as well call it a night after lunch.