Saturday was a bit of a doozy, for no real reason that I can pin down. Maybe because it started off differently than I had hoped/expected? My plans were changed at the last minute and our R St. pastor team meeting was canceled due to illness. I don't think I realized how much I was really looking forward to that meeting until the moment it was called off. But the truth is I was looking forward to it - to connecting with my team, to sharing and planning and dreaming and praying with them. To hearing what is going on in their lives and to share what is going on in mine. Sure we communicate throughout the week via email and text, and we see each other on Sundays, but because none of us are paid staff members (we all have "day jobs" ) and we each have busy family lives, our meetings are hard schedule and therefore hold a special place of value to me. More than I even knew. But despite the change of plans I was determined to Make Do, so I grabbed Miles (the only other person awake at that hour on a Saturday) and we headed out to do some garage sailing. The weather was perfect and we didn't even have to leave our neighborhood to score some great finds.
There are only 2 sports I am good at - Yoga and Croquet. I am being very serious. I can kick tale in Croquet. When I graduated from college, Sweet Man bought me a set and I loved it. In fact my graduation day remains one of the happiest days of my life to date, and in part it was because of the afternoon we spent celebrating and playing croquet. Unfortunately, over the years, my boys have turned the pieces from that set into their own personal swords and cannon balls, some of which have not fared well. When I found this vintage set Saturday for $3 I just about jumped for joy. I brought it home and immediately put it up where little hands cannot reach without permission and help.
Now if it would just stop raining cats and dogs we could all play a round or two. Feel free to come over and play anytime, but you better be prepared for some serious competition.
Despite my great finds, after we got home from garage sailing things went downhill fast.
The whole day was just weird and off and again, not what I expected. But then a friend stopped by to give me these jars and oh my gosh aren't they lovely? How can you have a bad day when someone brings you beautiful vintage aqua Ball jars? You can't really. It would just be wrong and ungrateful and that would not do at all. So instead of grumbling some more about my weird day, I made do and I made lovely. I gave up on trying to make my day be anything other than what it was, and surrendered all control and took a nap on my swinging bed. Which is always lovely.