Over the past week, I have heard other horror stories about David’s Bridal. One story was about someone who called off her wedding two months before it was to occur, but she was stuck with the dress because the store said the sale was final. Another was about a young woman who bought a dress in a certain size six months before the wedding and then gained some weight. By the time of the wedding, the dress didn’t fit, there wasn’t enough material in the dress to alter it, and the dress wasn’t available in a larger size! I am thrilled that I am not alone in my frustration.
The good news is that Emily got the dress from Cleveland on time, alterations were done promptly, and she looks lovely in that iris color. And she is her mother’s child: she found some great shoes!
On another Emily note, I received lots of support and good wishes after I wrote about her unfortunate incident. It now looks as if justice, justice of some sort, at least, will prevail. The vandal who damaged her car so severely has agreed, or his family has agreed, to pay for the damage — all of it. We are really happy about that, because it means she will not have to make a claim against her insurance and will not have to pay a big, fat deductible.
We think that probably means the prosecutor will not file charges in the case. Because the vandal’s good friend is the son of the Pulaski County prosecuting attorney, I’m not sure how I feel about that. I would like to think everyone would have the same chance to own up to his or her behavior, but the reality is that not everyone can afford to write a blank check to cover damages. I will continue to mull this over, because though we have benefited, I’m not sure it’s right.
After our friend Kevin read about our vacation plans, he texted us and asked when he should get started on our route to Yosemite. Well, it turns out we are going to have to postpone. I mentioned the winter damage to our front walk a couple of months ago, and I had no idea about what a sidewalk costs! So rather than hike through a National Park, I will just go out to the front yard and walk around, scouring the horizon for rock formations. I will also pretend the ash trees in the front yard are actually sequoias. Then I will look lovingly at our new sidewalk that Mr. Petrie installed and try to be grateful.
We did, however, get to go to Little Rock for a few days and then to Kansas City for the rest of the week. Though we weren’t far from home, we enjoyed some new restaurants and eating lunch at old favorites.
We are also going to my aunt’s house for the Fourth of July. She and her family live in Whitefish Bay, Wis. Whitefish Bay is close to Lake Michigan, and we have experienced Fourth of July fireworks there wearing jeans and sweatshirts. Whitefish Bay looks like a Norman Rockwell painting: the houses are close together, generally small and well-kept, and yards are manicured beyond belief. The whole village celebrates the Fourth by decorating the downtown area, producing a huge parade, and giving awards for the most festively decorated house and yard. Most of the houses sport all things red, white and blue, including geraniums in the front yard.
We usually begin the day much earlier than we would like, as Susie’s neighbor blares “The Stars and Stripes Forever” at 8 a.m. out the window, which is about 20 feet from Susie’s bedroom window. Then the day progresses toward the parade and Susie’s yard party in the afternoon, and finishes with fireworks over Lake Michigan.
In fact, next week, watch this space because I will be writing from Whitefish Bay, telling you all about the festivities.
That’s it for now. I am looking forward to hearing “The Stars and Stripes Forever!”