"Catching up" is a term I seem to use often. "Cooked" for church yesterday which takes most of my day. Six and seven o'clock rehearsals do me in normally but when I cook too, I'm exhausted by 8:00. Supposed to go to Red Hats today, an hour's drive away just to eat. I'm not wanting to go and it's raining to boot. I don't think I'd get static from M, whom I am taking, because she doesn't really like to go. I don't either but it's the only time I get to socialize with that age group (mostly older than I) from my church. As a pastor's wife, I do things I really don't want to do sometimes.
Ding--new thought. When I hurry I usually drop things, hit myself, make mistakes and generally make a mess of things. I did this yesterday trying to hurry to get things to Amy's. I wanted to finish a flower and I'd put on the pin and was adding the hair clip on the back so it would be versatile when I noticed that I'd sewn down the straight part of the pin--Yikes! What now--cut the thread, resew the pin--more time. Ugh. I was so angry at myself that I threw the flower and the scissors. Luckily I only knocked over the salt and pepper shakers and the scissors fell to the floor instead of imbeding themselves in my dry wall--that would be hard to explain to Bill. Temper, temper, Sally. That's been my life's nemesis.
Karon just got back from Red Hats about 2:30 or so. After she told me about the adventure, it doesn't sound like you missed much. The food was good, but most of the ladies could not eat the BBQ sauce on their pulled pork sandwiches. Joan Adams started it, saying it was burning her mouth, then it became a general rout with all the ladies fussing about the heat. To make a long story short, they ended up with steak sauce on their sandwiches.
ReplyDeleteThere were other little stories as well, about what you would expect with a room full of elderly Baptist ladies.
Sally, it I were you (and of course I am not) I would just stop doing the Wednesday evening cooking. It seems to me that you already have more to do than you have time for. Someone else can do the cooking, and if no one volunteers, then fine, let them bring potluck or order out Chinese or something. These things work themselves out, but only when they have to. So stop already!