Sooner or later, we all have the kind of day Jess Thomson writes about. Click here to read the post on her blog.
It’s especially bad when the temperature is in the mid-90s, or higher, and you can squeeze droplets out of the air when you make a fist. Like now.
You’ll likely survive a day like this. But that doesn’t mean it will be easy. Reminds me of the first Christmas that I was invited to be with Merle’s family. His dad presented his mother with a lovely set of Bavarian china—20 place-settings, because Mother Good could seat 18 people around her dining-room table (with room for kids around the kitchen table), so why not fill all the seats?
Before putting the brand-new china in the cupboard, someone decided it should be washed. Somehow I found my hands in the dishwater; I’m sure I was looking for a way to keep occupied. And before I knew what happened, I had turned a handle of one of the delicate tea cups off in my hand. I believe I was a wee bit tense. Well, if not before, I certainly was then.
No one screamed or threatened me. Or cried—except me, inside. I am a profuse blusher, so I’m sure my face supported my blubbering apology.
But here I am in the Good family, despite the big bad start.
Let your friends and loved ones rescue you if you’re in an off-week. And try again to make a wonderful dish of garden bounty. And keep it simple.