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Mr. & Mrs. O'Diddle



On the boat
Summer 2024 with Mr. O'Diddle

As I write, Indiana is enjoying the coldest cold snap so far this winter. Enjoying isn't the word I hear everyone use. Some of the words used to describe it aren't appropriate to repeat here.


Winter in Indiana can be the inverse of the Gates of Hell that we experience in July and August.


I've had a full year of major changes in life--changes like:

  • Moving to a new house;

  • Checking off some personal and business goals;

  • Competing in my first dance competition;

  • And the biggest change--meeting and marrying Mr. O'Diddle.


Yes, I am now Mrs. O'Diddle. I'm not really Mrs. O'Diddle, but that will be my fake name. And he will be Mortimer O'Diddle for the purposes of writing here.


O'Diddle came about when somebody mispronounced his name, and I laughed at his rendition of the story. Not a normal laugh; it was more like voluminous guffaws. For well over 20 minutes. It still elicits a chortle every now and then. And I don't dare think about it during a traditionally somber time, such as a wedding, funeral, or any church service.


Now Mr. & Mrs. O'Diddle have a house exploding with high schoolers. His two and my two have become our four.


Blending families has been a super easy transition--no fuss, no muss, no coconuts. I realize I'm blending two sayings there.


Wait, let's back up. No fuss, no muss? That's not exactly true. At times, there are massive, black-cloud thunderstorms, and other times, smooth and clear sailing. Change isn't ever easy. One plus was that all the children were able to stay in their schools.


Moving was part of that change. And moving is the best way the universe has to show you exactly how much junk you have. I decluttered mountains before the move and still had mounds of material goods that weren't doing any good. Sigh. Where DOES this stuff all come from?


I met Mr. O'Diddle at one of the local bars. Sounds classy. This particular establishment is one of three where I felt safe as a single woman. They have a pleasant atmosphere and a great shrimp appetizer.


Also, it's not stinky. I don't spend money in stinky places--except Washington DC for taxes, but that's another story.


Mr. O'Diddle later invited me out for a drink, which turned into a steak dinner with Jack and Coke, which turned into a tiny wedding to the sound of beach waves along Lake Michigan in picturesque St. Joe.


Tiny means his parents, my parents, and the pastor and his wife. At this point in life, if we put on an actual wedding, it would have been around 500 people.


And it was absolutely perfect. No real plan at all, no stress, and I bought a bouquet from Kroger earlier in the day to feel a little bit like a bride.


Red roses, of course. Red is the best color ever.


Being totally gross at Lake Michigan
Being totally gross at Lake Michigan

Standing on the beach at Lake Michigan
Being not gross at Lake Michigan











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