(no subject)
Mar. 19th, 2019 11:54 amThere was a weekend in there somewhere. I know this, because yesterday was Monday, with library and rehearsal.
Sunday was a blur -- while we weren't overscheduled or rushed, there still wasn't any extra time.
We started off by picking up a dozen chairs "just in case" (as one does) {J did that while I was doing the household morning chores}; then back to church to play chimes; home to change clothes and load tables "just in case" and the other things (plates, cups, forks/spoons) we were taking; and off to Farmington for a wake. We left the house shortly after 1100 and returned 0030. To be fair, the venue is 45 minutes away, but still.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
jebra and a group of friends hosted a wake for a member of the group, at her request. I walked in, and about 15 minutes later was told "You've got front of house". Which meant that I got to greet people and take the food/flowers they brought, and figure out where to put them on the tables. And cut the cakes/breads so that people could eat them, and make sure that the plates/cups/silverware didn't run out, and that the tables stayed full w/o any empty serving dishes. Realise that I'd never been in this house before -- while J was healthy, every time they hosted something I had family stuff to do, and once J got ill, they stopped entertaining. (although I think they did have one gathering, but it was a weeked when I was already scheduled to be out of town.) Fortunately, shortly before the deluge started (J had lots of friends!), her long-time nurse/friend of family who is familiar with the house showed up, so K and I ran house. I really suggest being familiar with a house before hosting a gathering in it. (Rental/church halls are easier to work in.)
M (J's husband) told me that one of the reasons J wanted the group to do her wake is because the last wake we did was at their old house, and we did it so well and with such love that she wanted it for hers.
Jebra has since apologised for dumping front on me, but said that he did so because he knew that I'd do it well, and forgive him for dumping it on me. Apparently, 'front of house' is one of the things I do. thanks, Mom. (although, upon further thought, "thanks, Aunt Judy". I learned most of what I know about hosting from watching her at church gatherings and her and Mom at family gatherings. So maybe it should be "thanks, Grandma Barker whom I never met")
(as an aside, cancer sucks.)
Sunday was a blur -- while we weren't overscheduled or rushed, there still wasn't any extra time.
We started off by picking up a dozen chairs "just in case" (as one does) {J did that while I was doing the household morning chores}; then back to church to play chimes; home to change clothes and load tables "just in case" and the other things (plates, cups, forks/spoons) we were taking; and off to Farmington for a wake. We left the house shortly after 1100 and returned 0030. To be fair, the venue is 45 minutes away, but still.
jebra and a group of friends hosted a wake for a member of the group, at her request. I walked in, and about 15 minutes later was told "You've got front of house". Which meant that I got to greet people and take the food/flowers they brought, and figure out where to put them on the tables. And cut the cakes/breads so that people could eat them, and make sure that the plates/cups/silverware didn't run out, and that the tables stayed full w/o any empty serving dishes. Realise that I'd never been in this house before -- while J was healthy, every time they hosted something I had family stuff to do, and once J got ill, they stopped entertaining. (although I think they did have one gathering, but it was a weeked when I was already scheduled to be out of town.) Fortunately, shortly before the deluge started (J had lots of friends!), her long-time nurse/friend of family who is familiar with the house showed up, so K and I ran house. I really suggest being familiar with a house before hosting a gathering in it. (Rental/church halls are easier to work in.) M (J's husband) told me that one of the reasons J wanted the group to do her wake is because the last wake we did was at their old house, and we did it so well and with such love that she wanted it for hers.
Jebra has since apologised for dumping front on me, but said that he did so because he knew that I'd do it well, and forgive him for dumping it on me. Apparently, 'front of house' is one of the things I do. thanks, Mom. (although, upon further thought, "thanks, Aunt Judy". I learned most of what I know about hosting from watching her at church gatherings and her and Mom at family gatherings. So maybe it should be "thanks, Grandma Barker whom I never met")
(as an aside, cancer sucks.)
