14 Hours

Okay, so I told ya about Saturday night being busy……but actually, it was a 14 hour marathon day for me.

I’m half the Funeral Luncheon committee at church…..and we had a big one on Saturday. We planned for 180, and had over 200 people. Since we had to do all the set up and cook some food, I arrived at 8:30. Shortly thereafter, other folks started arriving to help. It was non-stop until 3:30, when I had to leave and go home and change for work. I had about 10 minutes to sit down. Didn’t have time to make some coffee, so I downed a Mountain Dew. Either way, it’s caffeine.

Off to work. As I told you yesterday, we were busy. About half way through the night, my right knee started aching. Walking normally, was not happening at this point. So when I realized I was walking with a pronounced limp….I thought, get over it, just walk in a normal manner. Okay. Step left, step right Oh shit that hurts! Back to limping. At least most of my walking was done behind the bar and I didn’t have to carry anything heavy.

By the end of the night, all I could think about was soaking in a hot bath with some Epsom Salt. By the time I got home, I was actually hobbling. ( I love that word, it’s very descriptive) BUT!!! It’s the night we turn back the clocks, and I’ll get an extra hour of sleep!

There was a time when getting a good night’s sleep (especially with the extra hour) would have been enough to get me up and going again the next day. That time was about 20 or 30 years ago. So getting out of bed was no easy task on Sunday morning. But I crawled out, put on a pot of coffee, had a cup and promptly went back to sleep.

I had to be back at work at noon, to work a banquet of 20. One plus, it was in a room on the main floor, and there would be no steps involved. So I wrapped my knee and dragged my ass in.

Luck of the draw, I had a really cool, pleasant, laid back group. It was a 90th birthday party. Ya know, you can tell a lot of folks by the drinks that they order. When you have 80 and 90 year old folks ordering Manhattans and Rob Roys ( a Manhattan made with scotch) and then switching to wine for dinner, you know they’re an easy going crowd, and no one is going to complain about anything…..they go with the flow.

So the day was pleasant…even tough it was wrapped, the knee got sore again…..once more I was thinking about that hot soak in the tub.

I haven’t had a weekend that grueling in a long time. I don’t know what the recovery time is anymore, I just know it’s a lot longer than it used to be. (It’s Tuesday, and I’m still not sure)