What was I thinking?

I tell you what, sometimes I really over estimate my abilities.  This past couple of weeks has really been too much. I hosted the Thursday evening meeting of my fellowship group in my home which means I spent the entire week cleaning and tidying up in preparation. Our annual church bazarre also fell on this past Saturday for the first half of the day and the last have of the day was a wedding and reception.  Preparations for those activities included baking, chopping veggies for a crowd size salad, two costume changes, and exhaustion.  Factoring in volley ball games, water feature completion at longggggg lasttttttttt, the regular chores of cooking and laundry, followed by two granddaughters celebrating birthdays, card and money for one and a mini party and pressies for the other.  So this week is pink week at Em's school, I am a breast cancer survivor and a PTO member so no getting out of this activity, which of course means more baking.  The hand went in the air for 3 days of treats.  One down, two to go. Then I suppose I should mention my hubby had cataract surgery Monday AM with a post op follow up this AM.  More volley ball games and I did get a tiny lost in West Richland.  By the grace of God I did find the school. Wednesday afternoon you will find me in Richland, third day in a row, with Aunt B getting her carotids ultra sounded, followed by the final vollyball game of the season. Thursday I will have my teeth cleaned on the way to work and we will be baking Thursday evening for the final pink week goodie to go Friday AM.  Phew!!  I am definately too old for this!
Things, although hectic, rarely go unnoticed, which I learned last Sunday.  In the middle of feeling frazzled and put upon I was honored at my church for my efforts in the womans group I belong too. I definately was surprised, and felt unworthy of this recognition, there are so many wonderful women that dedicate far more time then I. God is watching when you are driving lost in West Richland, He is watching when you are giving of your time, He is watching when you feel like you can not do another thing and then gives you the energy needed to do just that.  I plan on a much quieter weekend coming up, time to regroup.  God is Great, what was I thinking?

How important are shoes, Really?

Ok, so for the second time, in my adult life anyway, I have gone out, in public with two different shoes on my feet. I hear you allll laughing now trust me, but I gotta tell you, it is a little bit scarey if you think about it. Sunday morning was clicking along just fine until I was crossing the church parking lot and noticed just as I reached the door, that I was in fact wearing two entirely different shoes on my feet.  They were both black, and both slip on but past that, completely different. I quickly realized I could not go forth and turned my daughter around, hind sight, I should has sent her in alone as she had matching shoes on her feet, but returned to the car wondering if this is how it all starts.  You know, where did I leave the car, why are there two different shoes on my feet, who are you and where am I?  Just sayin' when you have a father that dies in the grip of Alzheimers it makes you watch yourself just a little bit closer. My teen age daughter laughed all the way to my sisters house, after asking me, Mom is it ok to tell Auntie?  Of course dear, lets just show Auntie how abouts, after all she had the same father. My sister of course laughed her head off as well and as only a sister with similar tastes could do, offered me the left shoe of her pair that were just like mine. I am thinking I am going to start buying all my clothes and shoes the same as my sister just in case, what do you think? By that time the joy of the church service past and decided to continue home. I'm glad I made my sister and daughters day with a good laugh. It is part of my job after all.
Oh, and the first time?  I had chemo brain at the time to blame it on and that was 11 years ago.  I don't think I can really still use that excuse. I showed up for my daily radiation treatment and afterward, before I left on my way to work, the very nice tech informed me I had two different tennis shoes on.  BTW,  I went to work like that, who cares right?  What a goober I am.
Lots of people around the world don't even wear shoes, so how important are they really?  Just askin'
So, how was your day?