Bee in her bonnet

Portents come to you for a reason, there are those who will argue the validity of signs I’m not talking to them in fact they can go to hell. This is a story about a woman who decided she knee better than the gods goddesses and the Almighty Creator.

Love is such a thing that people do anything for it including ignoring the signs the universe puts in their path.

It was a beautiful late Summer day no clouds, light breezes, just perfect. It was my wedding day. There were some hitches, easily overcome. My sister forgot to order a cake, so I baked my own, my flowers were wrong but after brief argument with the florist they were made right. My dress was a loan from a dear friend my shoes new things seemed to be going right, at least I thought. The serving staff at the Kent Manor Inn laughed at my home made cake which was a mild irritation. The cake itself was delicious which is far more important as most wedding cakes taste horrible. Karma will catch those gigglers.

As my father and I proceeded down the path to the waterfront trellis where the man who did not love me but was willing to marry me waited with the Right Reverend Shand, sirens began to blare in the distance and the breeze carried a thick black acrid smoke across the water creating a haze. More of an annoyance than anything right? We waited a few moments for the breeze to push the smoke away and the noise to die down.
The Reverend began and so too did our 20 month old son. He was bored. Children should never be taken to special events but he was our child and this was our wedding we did not anticipate him deciding that climbing the trellis and behaving like King Kong was the best thing to do. After several minutes someone kindly peeled him away from the arbor which was swaying wildly with his movements and all was seemingly right. Except it wasn’t as I soon felt hand tugging at my veil. I proceeded to ignore whatever it was going on behind me and spoke my troth and as he was speaking his someone hissed “dammit there’s two of them in there.” and there was more fiddling with my veil. Turns out I had two bees caught in the fabric and I’m grateful I was not stung as I am anaphylactic. And while this might seem just a bit anecdotal in retrospect it was I think the gods way of warning me of the mistake I was making.


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