There’s something in the air. Last weekend I learned of two engagements. Today I know of two weddings. One, a colleague’s, is downtown. The other is across the street. Literally. 

All week long the dust has been flying. The gardeners delivered mulch, the tent people delivered a tent (one something like this), and other rental outfits dropped off chairs and tables and a porta-potty (which I’ve heard through the grapevine is a deluxe model).

It’s the wedding of our neighbor’s father — not an event one usually associates with a parent, but delightful when it happens. 

We neighbors have the smallest of supporting roles: We will put up with the parking and the noise. We will medicate our dogs if necessary. And we will send silent cheers their way. 

I may not feel this way tomorrow morning, but right now I can say: It’s good to have a wedding in the ‘hood.

(Photo: Fairytaletentsandevents.com)