I have to be in control of this. When I started and it was just a whim, favours and maybes were fine. “Sometime Friday” just doesn’t cut it any more. I am grateful for the generosity, but need to be more organised I think. So I need a van of my own, or a trailer might be best, and someone to teach me how to drive the bloody thing. I only get stressed about this shed-moving palaver when I’m at someone else’s mercy.
Everything else seems to work fine. I delegate the tasks that I know will get done by the people I delegate to, or don’t mind if they don’t get done as I would do them, or in some cases, don’t get done at all.
I’ve spent a fortune on printer ink.
My hall and dining room are currently full of other people’s quilts, drawings, raffle prizes.
And I’m thinking, how great it would be to rock up on Sunday afternoon with a guitar!
We probably need a float for the refreshments and the raffle.
I can’t remember who is going to buy the tea/milk etc.
I need to get rid of my grey hair before anyone takes any photos of me.
I should probably iron my clothes.
And use copious amounts of the little magic brush that makes these dark circles round my eyes go away… temporarily.
My family are smoothing my path, making me tea at all spare moments, ignoring snappishness. They are poised to spring into action once we have to dismantle/reassemble/dismantle the shed. My son says I have a “Stress Blast Radius”.
Once it’s there, the exhibition is hung, the cakes are displayed and the urn is on and the first musician has arrived, I shall sit down with a cup of tea, take a deep breath and watch and listen with a big smile on my face.
P.S. All hung, draped, baked, arranged and dangled… all exhausted, but it’s up and ready. If you come, seek me out and say hello… it won’t be hard to find me!
