Sorry I didn't post on Friday. I was AT the office at 7:00 a.m., which is the time I ordinarily wake up in the morning. I worked feverishly on my biggest deadline and got the project wrapped up by 3:00. I tried to leave at 4:00 but I got hung up on some other work and didn't make it out the door until 4:45.
I meant to go home and take a nap, but I realized I needed shoes for a luncheon the next day. There are few things in life I hate more than shopping for shoes, but I couldn't avoid it this time. I wanted to wear a sage green, silk suit and all the dress shoes I own are black.
I found a pair of lovely, more-comfortable-than-you'd-think-for-pointy-toed-shoes, closed-toed sling-backs woven with alternating bone and tan. They looked fantastic, even though I bought them with slacks in mind and took them home to discover that my long-overlooked suit actually has a skirt.
On Saturday morning I met some of my community service organization's former presidents for coffee. I'm vice president this year and am likely to become president-elect in June, which would make me president in 2006. We had a great discussion about plans for the coming years and I now feel much less apprehensive about rising through the ranks.
After that was the luncheon I'd been planning for many months. Our club has three annual awards programs to honor community members' volunteer initiatives and we recognize all the winners at a March luncheon. One member's husband brought African violets to decorate the tables - enough for everyone in attendance to take one home. I made the programs on my laser printer using my thrifty stash of good-quality second sheet. Waste not, want not. Everything went without a hitch.
I went home and changed my clothes and drove 30 minutes to my sister's house to pick up my niece and take her to a friend's house for her son's first birthday party. My niece was the oldest kid there and she was obviously very bored. She perked up a little after we left the party, picked up my husband and went out for pizza, but by the time we were about halfway back to her house, she was getting crabtacular. You know what they say: No good deed goes unpunished. I think that may apply doubly to good deeds attempted for four-year-olds.
I went to bed before 10:00 p.m. on Saturday and didn't get up again until noon on Sunday. It's amazing how a little catch-up sleep can make everything seem better. It didn't hurt that Sunday was beautiful, sunny and warm.
Now I feel refreshed and ready for the week ahead. Spring is coming, my deadlines have been pared down and everything is going my way...I hope.