A day away. It was needed. It was anticipated. It was a HOOT!
Yesterday I loaded onto our church’s short bus on a road trip with a bunch of ladies from the church….all of them older than me. Most of them a LOT older than me. But I’ve always been drawn to older people. Most of my friends have always been older. Plus, I’m a people watcher. I love to watch people and how they interact with each other. How they carry themselves. Their expressions and moods. Probably because I’ve never been good at meeting and interacting with folks I don’t know. It’s hard for me to open up. But once I do, a let it all hang out…. for better or worse, like it or not.
Some would look at our little group and think we have nothing in common. After all, I was the only one who still has children at home. In fact, some of these ladies have grown grandchildren. I look at our little group and see a chance to learn. Learn from these ladies about life.
So, I packed my bag, took my Dramamine (I get car sick VERY easily.), and loaded up. My mom…you know her as Killa, joined us as well. So a good day was ahead. We had a complete array of personalities on our bus. Dog lovers. Straight-laced to no-lace-at-all. Crafty to handy. Funny and serious. We had a Martha in the group. As in Stewart. You know, Susie Homemaker. A champion of all things home-making. Actually, there were a few of those. I probably don’t need to tell you I am not one of them. But, oh, how I would love to be!
The day was a blast. We laughed, we talked, we enjoyed each other’s company, as well as a little shopping. I traipsed into shops I would normally never enter. Yes, they were a bit on the hoity, toity side. We ate lunch in someone’s home that could have come off the cover of Southern Living magazine. I just knew I would drop something on the carpets or knock something over and break something more valuable than my own life. I treaded ever so lightly. Putting me in that environment was like putting a bull in a china closet. Grace is just not a word used to describe me. But then, I need a bit of refinement. Ok, I need a LOT of refinement. I looked at it as a challenge. Not to just escape without calamity (Which I did, by the way. Go me!), but as an opportunity to let some of this grace and elegance rub off on me (Which it didn’t, by the way.)
All in all, the day was a success. And in the midst of all these graceful ladies, I learned some things. Some things you might never expect to learn from such a group on such a day. I couldn’t help but share.
- Did you know you CAN play Farkle in a hot tub? I don’t have a hot tub, so I can’t try it. But I think I will add this to my bucket list. As clumsy as I am, I just can’t see myself making it. But it would be fun to try!
- I learned how to knit a toboggan with a hoopty loopty thing-a-ma-jig. I was so interested in this, I made our pastor stop at Wal-Mart (which he despises) and let me go load up on yarn and the hoopty loopty thing-a-ma-jig. As I type I am working on my second toboggan. I love anything I can start and finish quickly. ADHD doesn’t allow for long drawn out projects. My family can all expect to get toboggans for gifts for every holiday from now until my obsession runs out. That could be tomorrow or it could be a few years. Who knows?
A work in progress….on the hoopty loopty!
Braedon styling my first toboggan! It was a little small, but I was pleased for my first!
- Decorating Christmas trees is a true art. Of which I can only be a mere wanna-be. Oh, and it’s a very expensive art. Again, only a wanna-be will I ever be!
- I’m not the only one who has kids that sometimes aren’t as thankful for their parents as they should be. A good thing to understand when you are dealing with a child who has no appreciation for his raising.
- One Dramamine for the day is NOT enough. I MUST take one before heading home. Otherwise, I will end up feeling green and pukey. And that just doesn’t go well with the whole graceful thing. Oh, in a pinch, you CAN chew it and swallow it. But the taste is disgusting.
- I never knew of all the options upon death. Buried or cremated. I never thought of how many options cremation could afford you. The creativity of this one almost makes me pee my pants when I think of it…….. “When I die, I want to be cremated and my ashes put in Tom Selleck‘s underwear.” True story. I can’t claim it. If I were gonna put my ashes in anyone’s underwear it would totally be Rob Lowe’s. Although, Tom Selleck would definitely be in the running.
Needless to say, prim and proper or not……we had a blast! Now, I have more knitting to do. We may not have clean clothes thanks to this new obsession, but we will have toboggans to keep us warm!
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