disappointment

I'm still sorting/tackling the last few piles in my art/sewing room, and came across my portfolio and photographs my design and photography class.  I decided to take some of my favorite pics, frame them, and hang them in the room.  I've got two of them ready to go, but the other two need to be printed. So I stopped at Target on the way home from the gym this morning, and the photo lab doesn't open until noon.  Bah humbug.  Maybe I"ll just take them to CVS when I head out for errands.

And frustration was mounting late Saturday night as I attempted to finalize the kids Christmas program and prepare parts and a letter for Sunday morning. How do you adequately present the Christmas story with 31 kids, five of whom may or may not show up when they are supposed to? So I'm cheating.  I'm doing something I've never done before.  I'm reusing an old play.  I've pulled up the re-enactment from two years ago, modifying parts, changing stage directions (the blessing/curse of being in a new location), and am throwing out almost all stage props. I'm thinking our overhead screen can present a pictoral backdrop.  We'll have to add 2 or 3 costumes to our stash, hem a few others, but that should be it. 

So I here I sit on Monday morning, and all the stress and frustration is GONE.  That is such a nice feeling. I know there will be another day when I feel as if everything is caving in again, but for this moment, I'm not worried about medical stuff, parties, packing, election day work, or other things that fill life. I'm content with my little checklist and the cloudy sky, and am rejoicing in the smiles and fellowship I've enjoyed this weekend.