I had planned on writing a blog last Friday…but you know what they say about the best laid plans….blah blah blah…..in the morning, I was gonna run to Gordon’s (s store that sells food items and banquet supplies in mass quantities) and pick up a few things I needed for a funeral luncheon I was putting on at church the next day, for 200 people. Then I was gonna meet Deb, the singer, at the printer’s, get some advertising material for the Impersonator show and go to the restaurant and put it out….then I was gonna come home and write the blog.
Before I left the house, I got a call from my co-chairperson of the funeral luncheon committee…..(she has some heart issues) she said her blood pressure went sky high. Last time this happened she ended up in the hospital, so I stopped and picked up some money to pay for tomorrow’s chicken, and for some bread, (which I now had to pick up from the bakery tomorrow morning) as she needed to stay home and lay low.
Okay, got the stuff from Gordon’s, dropped it off at church, was 15 minutes late meeting Deb. We got our stuff printed, went to the restaurant, go that all set….then I decided to pick up some bags of ice for the luncheon, drop them at the church. Since I would be short a crucial person, I decided to do some preliminary set up.
Got out all the table clothes, pulled out the silverware trolley, the coffee cups, napkins, plates, salt and pepper shakers, sugar and cream dishes, water cups, dessert plates and napkins…..pre-set a few place settings…..went in the kitchen, put 25 water pitchers on a rolling cart, .over by the sink, ready to be filled…..platters for dessert…..got everything set out to make lemonade and iced tea……got out the pans for the meatballs and potatoes, necessary utensils, measuring cups…and so on and so forth.
When that was done, ran and paid for the chicken (got a sub sandwich while I was there) went home, wolfed down half the sandwich….and now it was time to go to work.
In Plan A, I would’ve come home after setting out the advertising material, and written the blog. Plan B didn’t allow enough time for that.
By the next morning, I would be switching to Plan C due to a couple more snafu’s. All I had to do now, was figure out what Plan C was.
So, I wasn’t slacking off, I just ran out of hours in the day. On Saturday, between the funeral luncheon and work, I was gone from 7:45 a.m. until 10:30 p.m. (with 20 minutes in between to change into my work uniform). By the time Sunday rolled around, I was brain dead.
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