Our Third Wedding

Well, today was the last of the three weddings in a row-California, Nevada, and Kansas. It was interesting comparing the weddings since all three were entirely different. Garden, wedding chapel in Vegas, and church. Each wedding definitely had its own flavor. Today's wedding reception in Kansas was the most different experience for us--most likely due to the cultural difference between city California and small town Kansas. Much of the music was country western. We did the chicken dance, the hokey pokey and even a few polkas were played. The weather here was warm so midway during the reception many of us went back to change into our comfortable clothes and flip flops. We observed that many people here in Kansas smoke--something that we aren't used to in California--and when you haven't been around it, it becomes very noticeable.
Another difference is the lack of paper seat covers in public rest rooms. I remembered from the last time we traveled that many states don't offer seat covers--so this time I came prepared and brought small packages of seat covers that I carry in my purse. (I bought a ton of them at Longs before we left.) I wish I knew why other states don't consider this to be a must.
This morning Bill and I drove with Mary (Bill's cousin) and her husband Jim to Hays (an hour away) to visit a quaint little shop that Mary had read about. Downtown Hays looks like it was built in the 1920's--or even older. Like so many towns, it has a lot of deserted buildings. Between here and Hays there was mostly just green pasture. Every once in a while we would see a farmhouse. If we saw five houses together we decided to call it a community.
There are a lot of tiny little frogs hopping around the hotel--something else we aren't used to. And yesterday on our walk to get dinner for Mary and Jim we almost stepped on a garden snake. And you should have seen Jim and Mary's windshield--it was smothered in bug guts! They were hit by swarms of bugs on the way over here.
The weather has been hot and humid--so we women who are menopausing are having a rough time. How did the pioneer women do it? They probably never lived long enough to go through menopause!
Well its after midnight and we have breakfast with the wedding party in the morning--