- 5:15 p.m. Saturday, painted a 'Watch Your Step' sign in front of the office door...too many little old ladies are tripping 'up' the step
- 6 p.m. Dinner at the newest Irish pub...delicious Shepherd's Pie for me, steak for Rick and some Harp beer on tap...and since someone 'made a mistake' and poured two, he got a second one for FREE...
- 7 p.m. A short-lived shopping trip for Judi...too tired to 'play' and an unexpected hypoglycemic episode saw us arrive back home before 8 p.m. After I felt recovered, we watched 'Casino Royale' on DVD so we could be 'caught up' in case we get to see the 'new' Bond movie which just opened this weekend. At the rate we're seeing movies, we'll have to watch 'Casino Royale' again before we see 'Quantum of Solace'.
THE LORD'S DAY
- 5:30 a.m. Up-and-attum to put finishing touches on desserts prepared for consumption by students at their Reformed University Fellowship luncheon after worship...
- 5:45 Coffee, breakfast and Sunday morning devotions
- 7 a.m. Rick checks the property to make sure all is well after Saturday night...the Discount property borders a rather rough neighborhood...
- 8:30 a.m. I'm helping with Sunday School, so we're loading the car and I realize I'm missing something - vital, in fact - and I can't go to church without it...we search and search and search...I pray, 'Lord, help me find this thing. I don't know where it is, but You do...' a few minutes I find 'it' under the seat of the car..hee, hee.
- 9:05 a.m. We're off, but now it's too late for me to help with Sunday School and the teacher recruited someone else. I feel bad, but what can I do, I was Providentially hindered from getting there on time.
- 12 noon. Home from worship...breakfast for lunch...mmm...I'm going to take a nap, Rick is (GASP) watching football while he enjoys his Sabbath rest...however, a tenant has other plans for him...
- 1 p.m. In a modern day application of getting the ox out of the ditch, Rick is called upon to help a tenant jump start his vehicle.
- 3 p.m. More cooking...this time for the church Thanksgiving supper at 5:30...first, a huge recipe of mashed potatoes. I mash, slather with butter and keep warm in my crockpot.
- 4 p.m. I decide it's time to un-mold my cranberry/raspberry jello salad...the ingredients are sure to please - apples, celery, walnuts and cranberry folded into a fabulous raspberry jello mixed with cream cheese and whipped cream...well, I've never made a jello mold before, but I've read you should unmold it by dipping it briefly in hot water. I over-do with the hot water and the thing begins to melt like the wicked witch. I quickly slide it on to the serving plate - and now it's sitting in a puddle of pink goo - and hope for the best.
- 4:45 p.m. Time is short and we start loading the car...I make sure I know where 'it' is, so we don't have a repeat of the morning's stressful search. Time to get the jello into the car...the puddle has congealed, but the jello mold looks like something the cat threw up...I scrape off the pink goo and eat it...mmmm, best 'cat puke' I ever tasted...but will anyone at the dinner be brave enough to try it?
- 5:30 The feasting begins...we share a table and some good conversation with a fellow member who's background is Church of the Nazarene - same as me. Brought back lots of memories...Sister Snider's inevitable weekly 'special in song'...Flossie McCorkle's spirited piano playing...inumerable testimonies from the (same) faithful declaring that they had been 'saved and sanctified' (again) (and again)
- 7:30 p.m. and we've packed up the leftover mashed 'taters and (only a small portion) of the yummy pink jelly...to my surprise and delight SOMEONE liked it, they really liked it...or some over-anxious child accidentally knocked the plate and spilled it off on to the floor in their frenzy to get to the GREEN jello...don't ask, don't tell...let me bask in my success.
- 8 p.m. Rick is back in front of the T.V. for (GASP) more football, and I'm upstairs cleaning up the kitchen. I decide to put the potato peels down the disposal...GIGANTIC mistake...I guess it was too much - even for our brand new disposal. First thing I know, there's water leaking everywhere and I turn off the disposal and open the cupboard doors under the sink. Water is gushing out of the pipe and the inside of the doors, not to mention EVERYTHING under the sink, is covered with potato-peel pulp. I almost don't call Rick, but I didn't want him to feel BAD that I didn't ask him to exercise his calling by helping me clean up. As it ended up, we BOTH cleaned up, but we can't fix the problem. I called the owners for service, but they didn't send anyone out today. I guess they had bigger fish to fry...but those 'fish' couldn't small any worse than my kitchen does right at this moment. The residual potato peels are starting to rot in the warm November Las Cruces heat...do you know what rotting potato smells like? I have a feeling it's going to get a lot worse...
- 9 p.m. The kitchen is as good as it's going to get and Rick and I both settle down for some (GASP) T.V.
- 10 p.m. We get ready for bed, but my stomach is upset from the Thanksgiving feast, so I end the Lord's Day in some discomfort...but it was worth it and I can't wait to see what our next day off has in store...only 6 days to labor until then!
2 comments:
sounds very relaxing. maybe next sunday you can get up at 4 a.m. and really get some rest in?
Aw, we'd just watch another hour of (GASP) T.V.!
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