Open Letters was a site that ran in the latter half of 2000. Contributions were from anyone. There were small, collaborative projects like Open Letters all over the web back then. It was good.
So Mom got married yesterday. It was in a park, amid some lurid
autumn trees. The ceremony was performed with the river and the
mountains in the background, and the whole affair was small, and
nice, and stress-free. Unforced.
For the week leading up to it I was in a lousy mood. I was having
trouble being any good at anything, and it all seemed glum. I
couldn’t be bothered to prepare for the wedding (usually, if an
event is coming up, with family or people I haven’t seen in a
while, I try to gather up some material beforehand: bits of
biography for the what’ve-you-been-up-tos, jokes, etc., but at
Mom’s wedding I might as well have walked in, in a rented tuxedo,
by mistake). Waking up yesterday I did something that happens now
and again when things just aren’t going well: I opened my eyes and
said, “Not this again.”
We just don’t have things like this anymore.