My new expression for the summer is "We'll just have to play it by ear." Lately whenever we make plans, something like rain or work or re-scheduled softball games causes us to have to re-arrange those plans. I've become much better at "rolling w/ the punches" these last six years when God gave me a second chance at living. I used to plan everything out and then work my butt off to make sure it all went off w/o a hitch. I got that from Mom.
Sometimes, however, all that work and planning ran into a hitch. One time that will forever stay in my memory is after the reception of my first wedding. My first husband and I had left the reception for our honeymoon, and when the dance and the kegs ended, apparently there was talk about going out for breakfast. Mom said everyone could go over to their house. She and dad went home and she set about making eggs and pancakes and bacon. No one came. Apparently there was miscommunication and everyone went to my new in-law's house instead. I felt terrible when I found out. Mom didn't appear disappointed, but I knew she was. A similar situation happened after Mom and Dad's 40th wedding anniversary party. She made breakfast, and only one person came. That's always been a fear of mine, that I'll throw a party or a party will be thrown for me and no one will show up. Even when I planned the girls' birthday parties and invited their friends, I was worried that none of them would come and the girls would be devastated. That didn't stop Mom, she kept at it. It's a testament to her tenacity that hundreds of people attended her visitation and funeral.
I'm discovering that it's certainly less stressful when I just let plans develop and play it by ear.
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