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ALL PARTY ALL THE TIME

You would think that we would be nuts; running around and all.

Not so.

We are as calm as cucumbers. No. That is 'cool' isn't it.

We are cool.

Actually, it is all proceeding with precision and all we have to do is pull the levers that we already put into place.

Yesterday was the final final guest list.

Get this. Two people called—one yesterday morning—and asked if it was too late to put their name on the 'yes' list.

RSVP's were due the 5th.

I breathed deeply and said that I was happy for them to be at the party. True. They are both great guys if a bit disorganized in their lives.

I didn't take it personal.

Second 'get this'. I have never put John and me on the guest list so we have never been in the head count. Nor the photographer, who I assume will have a bite to eat.

Today, one cancellation. Called out of town. He is a teevee sound man at a high level, low bass and medium treble.

Count now = 156.

Jeez.

You would be amazed how hard it is to collate cards and names and alphabatize accurately. I had to do a four correction runs.

Today was all about pressure washing the tile outside. The entire yard—well, most of it—is covered in Mexican paver or sautillo tile; kinda hand made. The real thing. We even have the little footprints of dogs and cats that ran through the drying yards on some tiles.

We have been told that these are applied with a hand stamp on an assembly line. Nevertheless.

There were three guys and they hand brushed everything with soap and some muriatic acid before they pressure hosed it.

It is clean, clean, clean.

Tomorrow is window washers. It is actually a normal visit which just happened to fall on the Friday before as was Franklin's bath on Tuesday.

Clean patio, windows and airedale.

This is probably boring as shit.

Sorry.

It is our life just now.

Randy is coming over from Long Beach tomorrow afternoon to stay through the event on Sunday. He will provide what we called 'buffering' on the phone this morning. It just seemed the right word.

John will take me to dinner tomorrow night for my birthday feed and then we will all hunker on Saturday with the last minute items.

Clean the outdoor furniture. Sit in a daze. That kind of thing.

The caterers arrive at 8AM Sunday and the folks are due in at 11.

That should be the easy part.