Our church has its annual Valentine’s Banquet tomorrow evening, so I don’t have to cook supper. The thought of a night away from the kitchen put me in such an expansive mood, I volunteered to decorate a table for the big event.
I spent part of Monday digging through boxes in the attic, looking for decorations. Tuesday I dug out my red tablecloth and napkins and put them in the wash. Wednesday I went to the store to buy a couple bags of chocolates that went with the table’s red and silver color scheme. Thursday I drove to Mom’s so I could borrow her pretty water glasses and good silverware.
This morning’s inspection of the silverware revealed some significant tarnish so I hauled out the toothpaste and shined the silver plate and my teeth after breakfast. Then I washed the water glasses and eight place setting of my good china. I wrapped and boxed everything good and tight for the trip to the banquet hall tomorrow.
Tomorrow, Hiram will haul the boxes to the banquet site, and I’ll spend a long time decorating the table. Tomorrow afternoon I’ll spend an even longer time decorating me. By the time we get to the banquet at six-thirty, me shivering to death in strappy sandals and a too thin dress and Hiram in his Good Will suit he insists fits real good, I will be exhausted.
It’s been quite a week. Good thing I don’t have to cook supper tomorrow night.
