I Don't Have Time to Write This

Strange men are coming with sledgehammers to take apart half our house. This is not a bad dream - it says so, right here on the estimate. We need to pack up the beloved toys and stuffed pets and stow them away. Instead of starting this work last weekend, as industrious little ants preparing for winter would have, we grasshoppered away to Omaha for the wedding of the little sprite pictured above.

Here she is now, with her princely groom. My Eleanor walked up to Stephanie, her second cousin, after the ceremony, placed her little hands on the bridal skirt and said, "Excuse me, excuse me! You look like a princess!"







Nearly every corner of downtown Omaha was its own little Hopper painting. Small town? The woman who sat down next to me at the children's museum belonged to the church across town where the ceremony took place.