And, Yet Again

Well, Mother's Day has come and gone. It went off without a hitch. And, I have to say, it was a huge success. I had the leftovers last night, and it was just as delicious as it was originally. Everyone seemed to be truly impressed. It felt nice to be appreciated. Susan's Mom said that it was the first Mother's Day, since she's been one, that she didn't have to cook. I was really happy to give her the break. Her boyfriend didn't show up, which was fine with me. I really liked putting everything together. It was so strange, because usually I make things that are pretty spicy. I like a little spice in everything. I put crushed red pepper in my oatmeal. I use jalapeno cream cheese. I am a spice fiend! However, in this instance, I knew I was not cooking for myself, so I had to curtail it. To make it even more interesting, I was doing a Southwest theme, which could have been very easy to get carried away with the spices on. It put me in a situation where I really had to watch myself. Doing so, created an unusual sensation inside me. Constantly watching myself, so I didn't get carried away with the spices, caused me to be reminded that I was doing this for others. I really believe the fact that I was constantly thinking about the people I was making the meal for, made it somehow better. I had seen a movie once, about the idea of infusing your thoughts into the meal that you were cooking. It is something I had come to consider possibly true. But, after this Sunday, I'd have to say, I think it's probably true.

I look forward to more dinner parties. I really enjoyed the experience. Switching directions, it is hot! I didn't have time to explain last week, but I did mention a “Truck Run.” A Truck Run is when the company I work for takes a truck full of boots to a company's parking lot, and sets up shop. Basically we bring the boot store to the people. I think it's a great idea, especially for people out in the boonies. I have not been on a Truck Run yet, but I have been to help load the truck, so I basically know how it goes. Apparently it goes much faster than the store, since people are coming on their break. I have looked forward to this experience. Plus, I get a percentage of the take, so it'll be beneficial financially as well. However, we're going out to the desert. It's over 100 in town this week, I can't imagine what it's going to be like in a parking lot out in the desert! I don't usually do well with extreme heat while working. I get bothered when it's 78 in the store, I don't know how I'm going to handle the 100's! Being a bald red-head, I also have an aversion to the sun. So I'm really interested to see how these next two days play out. I bought an oversize straw hat to protect my scalp, since it'll be almost impossible to keep sunscreen on in that heat. I sweat a lot anyway. I hope they let me wear the hat. I bought it without knowing whether it's “allowed” or not. I've gotten very little information about this whole process, and now they've changed the time and location of my pick up twice. So, I'm a little nervous.

Switching directions, yet again, I wanted to tell you about the Renaissance Faire. I wanted to do it while it was still fresh in my head. But, as I sit here, I can tell the memories are already waning. I can't quite remember what I thought was important to tell you, but here it goes: The Renaissance Faire is not something we would normally go to. We have a really close friend who is part of a Belly Dancing Troupe, and they perform at the Ren Faire twice a year, every year. They invite us twice a year, every year. And, we say “Maybe”twice a year, every year. But we decided to go this year, finally. It was a little more expensive than I thought. The park was beautiful. I really didn't know what to expect. Ironically, I wore a shirt that has the word “Drama” with a line through it, signifying “No Drama.” I didn't realize it was going to be such a big deal. I wear that shirt all the time, and have never had as much response as I did that day. I was practically an attraction! I kind of thought the whole thing was kind of sad. These people spend a lot of time and money on trying to entertain a bunch of people who just want to look at them. Apparently they were all told that back in the day everyone wanted to be a part of the action, whereas today most people just want to watch. The people watching was great, but watching them try to engage people who didn't want to be engaged made my heart break for them a little. And, yet again, I have run out of time, and room, to tell you about my boring Ren Faire adventure.

Daughn