My brothers and sisters came from near and far, they planned a get together at my house on Saturday at 5 o'clock sharp, be there. They bring the food and drink.
Saturday morning I got up late, I felt very tired. I went to the YMCA and did a little walking and running, a (very) little weight lifting, a few push ups, pull ups, sit ups, not much at all. I felt very tired and a little dizzy. I went shopping for new pants. My mood was going from bad to worse as the day went on. I told the customer service lady at Kohls that I wanted 30% off, see this coupon? And I want to pay with my wife's charge card, Okay? And I don't have the charge card with me, that's okay, right? Her answer didn't seem friendly. And I wasn't in the mood for shopping.
I tried on one pair of pants, they didn't fit, I looked terrible in them. And I thinks, screw this, I hate shopping, I'm done.
I went home and helped my wife set up the table and chairs and make brownies. I stirred the brownie mix exactly 50 stirs then went to rest. I was thinking about every bad thing that ever happened to me. And not remembering the good things.
Angie wife had called our son to tell him to come, but he wouldn't answer his phone. Then daughter Amy called him, still no answer. hmm, must be in a bad mood.
Angie didn't want to serve any alcohol because our son drinks too much. Maybe he'll come and get drunk and ruin the party.
So I'm thinking about everybody coming over soon. I imagine them all sitting there and not having anything to say. An Awkward silence.
I'm laying on my bed, tired, not wanting to talk to anyone. Maybe I'll just stay up here, would that be okay? I'm not in the mood for social chit chat.
I look at the clock, 5:04. Where are they? I go downstairs and wait with Angie. Then they came, half an hour late.
It was a great party. There was so much to talk about, everyone seemed to be talking at once, even me. Talking about things of the past and present. The food was good, salad, steak, potato salad, dessert. Everyone was in a great mood. Everyone had fun. I love parties.
Hey Snarps - looks like your party raised your spirits, even though you didn't feel like them coming over. God must have know you needed them. Hang in there.
ReplyDeleteYour sister in Christ,
Lisa Wood