Things didn’t go quite as planned.
In the run up to the 4th of July, I had ideas, I had lists, I had food, I had recipes, I had bed charts, menus and time tables.
Thanks to Mr. H., I had a newly painted breakfast nook cupboard (a’la Martha Stewart)…
… surprisingly green grass (we have had no measurable rain in our area for a month, but we have a well and we have Mr. H. We are an island of green)…
… and a sun canopy with misters over our normally too-hot deck.
Life was good.
On the day before people were due to arrive for our week long Independence Day celebration, I was in control. One more day, and I would be ready for company.
When our friends, Nancie and Terry, invited us to join them for dinner to celebrate Nancie’s retirement, it seemed like a perfect way to relax before my last push to get everything done.
We laughed, we giggled, we relaxed and enjoyed each other’s company and our wonderful meal.
I ordered the highly recommended Blue Gill and enjoyed every single bite, up until the bite of fish that had a bone…
…that I swallowed (for the uninitiated, you aren’t supposed to swallow fish bones).
You don’t need the details. Suffice it to say I ate several soft rolls, drank loads of water, coughed, bent over so my head was touching the ground. I tried everything.
Turns out, there isn’t much you can do for a bone in the throat. “The situation will resolve itself in a couple of weeks” I was told by the Doc.
We traveled back home to get ready for our guests.
Did I mention that I hadn’t yet made the chocolate chip cookies?
It wasn’t ever going to happen … I had a fish bone in my throat.
Did I tell you that I hadn’t finish planting flowers for pots on the dock and front door?
They remained on the potting bench … I had a fish bone in my throat.
Do you know how nice it is to have a large container of coffee syrup ready for cold coffee drinks?
Sorry, cold coffee drinkers … I had a fish bone in my throat.
I never did get all the dishes put back in place in my the nice, newly painted yellow cupboard.
I’m afraid I was unable to finish…due to the fish bone in my throat.
I had intended to screen print the chef hats for our Annual Glop Off .
Oops. Not going to happen. I had a fish bone in my throat.
Of course 100+ degree heat over the course of the week limited some of our other activities as well.
But, here’s the thing with family and friends.
They really don’t care if you don’t make all the pasta salads you’d intended, or if you forgot to make popcorn for movie night. They understand that a fire ban means NO FIRE PIT and NO FIREWORKS! They think it’s hysterical that the red, white and blue pasta was never found until 2 days after the main event. They are forgiving of forgotten table cloths and perfectly fine if we use torn up paper plates for spoons.
Wrong settings on my camera?
Who cares? Look how cute they are. Look at the smiles.
Too hot to run 7 miles…and back?
No worries, Cathy and I can pick the them up at the bar….and bring a lot of paper towels.
Can’t have a fire in the fire pit?
Well, we can have drive-in movie night.
Too buggy for the outside movie?
Not if you sit in your own private box.
A little too much seaweed?
Not if you wear it as a hat!!
Forget to plan a lunch?
Don’t worry. Brother Ralph will make stacks of gourmet level salmon patties (yep, he caught ’em, smoked ’em and cooked ’em. Pretty sure he de-boned ’em, but I wouldn’t know…..hehehehe).
Forgot to weed?
Let’s just call it foliage.
Forgot to bring your jewelry?
Grampy will help make a lovely necklace…
No fancy-dancy birthday cake for Doug and Kendra’s birthdays?
No problemo. The local grocery was happy to oblige.
No one cared. The marshmallows were perfect even without the chocolate/graham cracker blanket.
Too hot for ice cream cones?
Not if they are made from cake!!
No sprinklers or fireworks?
Who cares? We have plenty of explosive firepower!!
and…although we had more kodak moments than you can count, I took very few pictures….but you understand, right? After all…
…I had a fish bone in my throat!