a plan, a pan, and a van
Today was craziness! I did not make it to the gym and I do not feel bad. My day was more of a workout than anything I have done at the gym. Despite the hectic hustle and bustle of the day many, many wonderful things happened. I took the rest of the week off from work, so this morning mom and I went to Findlay…in the rain, the pouring rain. My mom is a talker, a people person, a “how are you doing, tell me all about it” kinda lady. Normally I find this very sweet and when it’s not pouring down cold, gross rain getting my $24 a pound chanterelle mushroom’s soggy I wait patiently but today I found my inner voice screaming “wrap it up, already!”
That was followed by more rain, laundry, a flooded basement, cleaning, more cleaning and dogs that refused to go outside in the marshy wetlands to take care of business. I had ordered organic cupcakes from a specialty bakery and went to pick them up this afternoon. I had a plan… I called ahead and told them I was coming and not to sell me anything other than what I ordered. Extreme? Maybe. Necessary? Definitely. The combination of stress and not having time to eat as much as I should have today could have landed me in the parking lot, with a sugar high, icing caked everywhere and empty cupcake boxes scattered about. When I went in to pick them up, I found the lady had double stickered each box and then put ribbon tied tight around each one. Whew! She said you should put these in the freezer as soon as you get home and take them out about 3 hours before you are going to serve them. “yes, ma’am”….the cupcake Nazi was actually an angel sent from the heavens. What cupcakes? I have already forgotten about the frozen lil suckers.
Then I headed out to drop off some food I had cooked for dear friends. Carolyn and Chris are the kind of people you just feel lucky to know, and to be able to be a small part of their lives. These are the ones in your life you know make the world a much better place simply because of the way they walk through the world…so, so grateful for them. Then I ran to meet my friend Bob to drive a large…no not just large GARGANTUAN van in rush hour to pick up a couch from another friend so that people coming for Thanksgiving will have someplace to sit in the front room. It’s true the dogs ate the other couch…and a chair…but that is not what this post is about so we will skip that part for now. BOB=CANONIZED SAINT. Seriously, without him I would have been screwed. Sorry, but that is the truth. This man is so calm, all through traffic, when I went the wrong way, when we couldn’t figure out how to get the seats out, he was calm as a cucumber and figured it all out. He did most of the lugging, pulling and lifting. All with a smile. Reminding me that close friendships and having people that love you enough to go on the crazy adventures you drag them on without killing you is one of the miracles of life. Thank you for having my back, and the heavy part of the couch Bob!
Tomorrow I am off to the fabric store to find the most durable plastic, steel, burlap blend to cover the couch with! Wish me luck!