It has been one of THOSE days!
If I were to write an accurate account of today's mistakes, near misses, the "dropped balls", time- crunched deadlines and yes, even runaways, not even a reality show producer would believe the script!
I'm not even going to delete the spam that has overflowed my email accounts the past several days.
It was an easy choice:
A. Keep pushing against the avalanche of
problems challenges and have a mini nervous breakdown...or...
B. Take the rest of the evening off and get to sleep early and start afresh tomorrow.
I'm old enough to have chosen "A" enough times to have learned the value of "B".
The pictures are of the Thomas Rodney Chapter Christmas Luncheon this past Saturday at the Winona- Montgomery County Library in Winona. The Thomas Rodney Chapter of the Mississippi DAR is based in Winona, Mississippi.
My mother Alice Sanford (pictured in photo 3) and I provided the decorations, tablecloths and napkins, dishes and such.
Thankfully we do make the time to re-organize and store entertaining stuff after we use it, so it was easy to just pull boxes from storage shelves around the old farmhouse.
A quick wash of dishes, a quick polish of silverware, a quick press of linens (thank you, Miss Dollie!), and Gordon and I were ready to quickly set up last Friday afternoon for the luncheon the next day.
Those little white poinsettias were the healthiest and freshest poinsettias I've ever had the good fortune to find. Just $1.50 each! I wish I could have bought dozens of them, but these were almost the last available at Lowe's in Madison.
We used vintage Christmas ornaments from 1930 on the tables, and asked participants to bring special Christmas ornaments from their home. The show-and-tell was fun!
These 1930's glass ornaments were hung on my grandparents' Christmas tree the first Christmas they spent in their new house on the farm. (This is the house we later moved next to the studio and are s-l-o-w-l-y renovating for Gordon and me.)
Seeing those ornaments again has prompted my uncle and mother to share many family stories about Christmas on the farm. I'm absorbing those stories as fast as possible. One never knows if one will have a chance to hear those stories again.
This holiday season, I hope we all will slow down to listen to the family stories we hear and make oodles of mental notes.
Beginning to decompress from today.
Beginning to breathe again.
Beginning to feel the soft fur of the loving little Westies who have been trying to absorb the angst all afternoon.
As Scarlett would say, "After all, tomorrow is another day!"