The blog posts I most enjoy writing are the ones that have an actual point to them, where the entire post is about one thing and I can tell a story or explore an idea from beginning to end.
This one won’t be one of those. It’s 10:15, I’m just starting to write and I have no clever ideas of what to write about.
On those days (this day), I write strictly about what happened throughout the day. Which makes sense, being that the whole point of this blog is for me to keep track of what happens every day for a year.
First was Photo Club. However, due to many differing circumstances, the only two members attending Photo Club this week were Gerhard and me. For the past couple of days, we wrote back and forth on Facebook figuring out what we were going to do. We settled on a field trip to the local diner.
Gerhard lives in the house at the other end of my street, so we carpool to Photo Club. As soon as I got in the car he said, “Well, should we head right to the diner?” And I said, (and I shouldn’t have) “No, let’s stop by the church to see if anyone new shows up to Photo Club.”
Of course, no one new was going to show up. I mean, what are the odds? On the day when none of the members were going to make it and my chipped beef gravy over homefries with sweet tea was waiting for me…surely this would not be the day that someone new showed up, right?
Oh so wrong.
Yup. New person showed up. Wanted to learn how to use her camera. Didn’t have her manual. Gerhard looked over her camera to figure out how her settings worked and we all chit-chatted while he did.
Gerhard is from Germany. I’m not sure if this is true of all people from Germany, but Gerhard talks very slowly and deliberately. Which makes him a great storyteller. Every word is carefully chosen and profound.
The new lady was from upstate New York and talkedveryquickly.
I was entertained.
If I’d had known there was going to be a newbie at Photo Club I’d have brought a drink. Oh, I was thirsty. And missing my potatoes.
Came home, ate an early lunch, and decided to hang the prize I won at Bunco last night. You can see it in the picture below. As I was hanging it, Darling Husband was washing dishes in the kitchen. There I was, on the stool, tying the prize into place, when the kitchen window flies open and Darling Husband calls out, in great alarm, “Where’s the sock?!?!”
He was so distracted by the hanging of the prize that he didn’t noticed that the sock was still there, safe and sound.
Which reminds me of a story someone once told me. (It’s 10:30, I don’t have time for stories! Ahhh! Here’s the story:)
One day Lynn was driving to work on the Baltimore Beltway. Traffic was at a standstill from a car accident (as usual.) As she neared the accident, she noticed that the car looked exactly like her mother’s car. Hmmm. Her mother drove that same route to work every day. She inched closer and sure enough…it was her mother’s car!
In a panic she changed lanes until she was pulled over on the side of the road, right next to the accident. She burst out of her car, crying and screaming, “That’s my mother!” The police held her back until she explained, then they led her to her mother, who was strapped down on a gurney, with her head in a brace.
Lynn looked down at her poor mother. Her poor mother looked up at her, her eyes scared and confused. Lynn kept sobbing, “Mother, mother! Are you ok, Mother?”
She followed them onto the ambulance. And that’s when she looked a little closer at her mother.
Huh? That’s not my mother!
It wasn’t her mother! It was some other woman who looked nothing like her mother! She had to tell the police, “Er…that’s not actually my mother. I don’t know this woman…” and slink off back to her car.
So, you can see, that when people panic they don’t always see things clearly, which is why Darling Husband couldn’t see the sock that was still right where it should be.
And that poor woman on the gurney must have had quite a fright: “I’m her mother? Oh no! I have amnesia! I can’t recognize my own daughter!”
After hanging the prize, I wanted to sort out and clean up some toys that were all over the attic floor.
No I didn’t. What I really wanted to do was to take my book and hide in the nice, warm attic and sit on the bean bag chair and read it with a soda and some Doritos. And that’s what I did, sort of. I had the book, bean bag chair and soda, but no Doritos.
Which reminds me of one of my pet peeves. When I’m planning on sneaking to eat the last of the bag of Doritos, I just hate it when Darling Husband has the same idea, only he gets the idea first. I had to make do with Easter “fun-sized” Butterfinger candy bars.
At the end of the day when no one felt like making dinner, Darling Husband said, “We should eat dinner at Li’s Buffet.” He’s really smart and clever like that. That’s why I married him. I said, “We can take a board game and play it while we eat,” which sent him into his second panic of the day and he immediately deflected my attack by saying, “How ’bout we see if Gerhard and Janet want to come?”
Due to a misunderstanding, I thought Janet didn’t like going to Li’s Buffet, so I said, “Well, I don’t think Janet will want to go,” to which Darling Husband immediately replied, “How about Claude and Kendra then?” He was angling to make me forget about the board game.
We called Claude and Kendra. No answer. While Darling Husband called, I popped on to Facebook to let the Photo Club people know we’d had a guest at Photo Club. I suppose they didn’t really care, but I thought it was a little funny that the one day none of them showed up, we had a guest. And lo and behold, Gerhard was online.
So I went ahead and invited Janet and him to Li’s buffet. They were out the door and ready to go in ten minutes. And Janet was distressed that anyone could ever let the idea cross their minds that she didn’t want to go to Li’s Buffet. She loves Li’s buffet!
After we ate a lovely dinner and had a lovely conversation and were just starting our ice cream, who should call but Claude? And where were Claude and Kendra headed? Li’s Buffet!
So, we all had a second round of dinner and some more lovely conversation and I made sure to eat lots and lots of potatoes. They didn’t come with chipped beef gravy, but they did have a lot of butter. Mmmmmm.