CREATIVE WEIGHT LOSS, PARTY PLANNING AND LEFT-OVERS
Sunday Mar. 20, 2016
Weren’t you there?
Don’t worry, it’ll be out on video soon …
Hint – keep it simple.
Hint – music, cake and reason.
Hint – best way to make sure people mingle easily – invite people who, each of them, already know nearly everyone there.
Hint – it’s about shared satisfaction – in that gathering, that energy, that friendship, that morass of personalities and a simple cause – celebrate one person, congratulate and thank, laugh with and at one another …
Hint – forget fear. Fear of forgetting. Fear of forgetting something critically important. It was great – everyone said so. Morning after, no fear. Long day, evening, mostly on my feet. Lost two pounds. Can’t find them.
Hint – more people, less cake …
I won’t be hanging out my ‘party planner’ shingle anytime soon. Everyone called it success. Was. In nearly every respect. Pulled it off – tiny cadre of organizers, volunteers, singer with guitar, videographer gal, sound guy, great venue. On its surface – as diverse a group as you might imagine gathered, to laugh and speak, and speak, and speak some more as one of our own, Toastmasters pal Molly, edges, not for her first time – into retirement.
Run-around day, fetch, carry, sweating. Music, speaking performances, coordination, bit of a plan – what would I change? More coffee and tea, fewer soft drinks. Scattered mess hauled home; napkins, paper plates, supplies, knives, serving utensils, bottled water, soft drinks, ice-tubs, boxes, programs, signs and papers, lists stroked off . Money, lists, receipts and tallies … yes, a party.
Not so daunting, now. Morning after, sitting down feels so good, morning coffee tastes so good.
Leftover cake?
I’m thinking cake and eggs?
Anyone?
Mark Kolke
P.S.: full day yesterday – winter morphed to spring, 13th year of writing Musings is a done thing, starting a 14th year of starting my day striking keys.
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 0C/32F, a day of sunny (to be followed by a day of precipitation – we really need it), a day of calm, a day of rent – I slept late so Gusta was annoyed at the wait … but once we were out she had boundless energy. Me too for some reason I don’t quite understand. Gusta came back, her undercarriage littered with burs and leaves of every grimy description – yes we need a good spring shower to wash it all away ...
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