Hello, villagers ~
I'm thankful that DH and I were able to go up to DSis's after I got off work on Saturday. All of DSis's grandchildren brought their Halloween costumes so we could do Trick or Treat in her yard. DMom was feeling very well and enjoyed seeing so many great-grandchildren at once. We had sloppy joes and a few salads for supper. I was really tired from working all day so we didn't stay late. It was a wonderful visit.
I think that was the last time things went according to plan. Monday at work we had so many people coming in that I couldn't do the side project the boss asked me to do. Today staff meeting ran long and that threw off the rest of my afternoon. Why do I even try to plan anyway? I guess if I didn't try to plan anything, the weeks would get even crazier.
I've been
planning to go to the fall sewing retreat this Thursday-Friday-Saturday, coming home to sleep the nights between. I knew there was no chance to get out of work Thursday, but that's ok because I'm not in charge of the retreat this time. My plan is to go Thursday morning to help set up the tables/chairs and haul in my sewing machine and supplies. If all goes well, I'll be able to sew a little before I have to leave for work. Then it will all be there ready for me to spend all of Friday and Saturday playing with fabrics. That's the
plan.
I had also
planned to spend
all of tomorrow at home getting ready for retreat. I wanted to cut out my projects to be ready to sew, and organize the tools/supplies to only take what I need for those projects, not haul a bunch of extra stuff. I wanted to get the laundry and dishes caught up, and maybe even declutter another small section of the kitchen.
It was a lovely, relaxed plan.
Too bad that at staff meeting today I was asked if I can work a 6 hour shift tomorrow.
Sigh. I can still get all the chores done and pack my sewing stuff, I've done it many times over the past few years.
I just won't be as neatly organized and relaxed as I'd hoped to be.
It's the familiar story of my life.