Evening all. I hope that you are well. We have been a bit off - belly problems - I'll leave it at that - trust me, you don't need any further details. Anyway - moving swiftly on. I managed to put my own suffering to one side today so that I could help with serving coffee at church. Sometimes I can find serving the coffee a tad testing. Bearing in mind that it is all free and served by volunteers, there is sometimes a tendency for people to treat it as if they are in Le Manoir au Quat'Saison. Could I have half a cup? LESS THAN THAT!! Could you pop it in the microwave? It's not what you would call piping hot, is it? Any biscuits other than custard creams? (Answer - no, and Custard Creams are a direct gift from God.)
However, I was happy to do it today because it was Pick and Mix Day. I'm sure that I have written about this before. The congregation splits up after the first song. They then get the choice to listen to talks, make some craft things, do a bit of drama or, memorably, once, be in a percussion band after you have made your own instruments (dried peas in a washing up liquid bottle in case you haven't guessed). If you have been reading this for any longer than a couple of weeks, you will know that I would rather poke my own eyes out with a spoon than do anything like that. I understand that this reflects poorly on me, but there you are. Sometimes people say things like "You are missing out on a lot of fun". (I'm not). My mother used to proudly say, "I'm not really that keen on laughing." (No, seriously, she did.) I'm not that bad, but when it comes to doing drama at the front of church with a sixteen-year-old who thinks he might quite like to be Barbara Streisand (alright, that was a long time ago, but I am a bit scarred), I can become a bit miserable - I'll give you that sunshine. Anyway, I was more than happy to hide in the kitchen with a nice lady, discussing how many times our children had given us nits.
Don't get me wrong. Sometimes, I would like to be a different sort of person, but, as my old mother - who is getting a lot of traction in this blog - used to say, "it wouldn't do for us all to be the same". If I were to choose a part of my personality that I would like to change, I would rather concentrate on not being the kind of person who does everything at the last minute, mainly because I do get distracted so easily. So I am working on being a new woman. I have started to meal plan - see above. I'm finding that it's working really well. (Except last week, when no one wanted to eat anything). Does anyone else do that? I have also bought myself a nice notebook, so I am not writing things down on the edges of letters from the child we sponsor (That's another thing to remember - write to Annan, I keep forgetting, he'll think he's being supported by a secretive Eastern European cartel). AND, I am beginning to plan for Christmas. We've bought a tree (haven't taken it out of the box yet, but small steps, eh). I also planned to try par-cooking and freezing carrots last week. Once again, though, no one could raise the enthusiasm to be boiling carrots, so that hasn't had any kind of "done" line through it. How is your planning going? Is it going at all? Good for you.
In culture news. I asked HOH to book tickets for Exhibition on Screen - Caravaggio. This does what it says on the can and looks at lots of Caravaggio paintings and explains why they are so good. There's also a man pretending to be Caravaggio and saying things that Caravaggio may have said. This would have been more impressive if there were any written record of anything that Caravaggio said. Anyway, it was very good. However, in the latest episode of not sending HOH to do these things without supervision, as I was unwell (not sure if I mentioned that), I just told him to go ahead and book it. He told me that it went well, although it was very full, but he got the last two seats at the back. This is excellent because I only really like sitting at the back in that mini cinema. When we arrived, I should have spotted the clue that we were in seats A2 and A3 - there's the clue. We were on the front row, where you have to lean so far back to see the screen, you are handily positioned for any dental work that may be coming your way. AND I was unwell.
Hope your planning is going to plan, and feel free to keep being annoying and reminding everyone that Jesus is the reason for the flaming season because he is doing very well to get a look in these days. A half-decent John Lewis advert and no one gives him a second thought. Have a good week.
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