I don’t expect you to click here and
read any more about this worry business. It came to my attention when Mandy told me:
“Don’t sweat it so much. Everything will
be OK.”
We were going out for the
evening, five of us, to a concert. We usually
have our excursions in the daytime, to places we can walk or take the bus or
light rail. This would be different, an
after dark event and even though the
invitation said “casual,” it would be more dress-up than my usual shorts and
pull-over tee-shirt.
Mandy did the arranging, tonight
was her treat for us. I usually help her
with details, checking to make sure that all bases are covered. Tonight I don’t think I went overboard. And she didn’t give me this “quit sweating it
business” until I had made the third phone call to her about the taxis. If we didn’t get a van for five, if two
taxies pulled up out front for us, I wanted to be prepared on where we would
meet, how we would handle it. Did I hear
exasperation in Mandy’s voice when she replied “We all have cell phones, we
will call each other.” Oh, of course,
but then another thought occurred to me about the weather.
“Maybe I should call and tell
everyone it might rain, and to bring a jacket.
Also, someone might expect food so we should tell the other girls to eat
in advance.” Mandy must have been in a
hurry because she made her answer short.
“OK, go ahead if you want to.”
She had calmly mentioned earlier that all in this group are big girls
and probably know how to handle going to a concert. I just thought it important to make sure.
I only made one more phone call to
her. “I’ve printed maps, two of them, to
give to the taxi drivers. It’s a hard
place to get back into; streets from Central don’t go through.” Mandy was gracious. “Yes, that’s a good idea.”
Since I had been so insistent about
being on time, everyone arrived before I did.
When I strolled casually to the lobby, not showing I had been worried
about anything, it became apparent that I was the only one concerned about the
weather. Everyone looked so glamorous,
so dressed up for the evening. I wore a
turtle neck pullover and carried my rain jacket.
One van pulled up, as Mandy had
planned, (not the two taxies I had been concerned about). We arrived at the theatre early enough to look
around at the beautiful art work. Soon
we were sitting in the comfortable seats at an almost full house.
The “folk/easy listening” music of
FEENEY/WINTHROP was absolutely wonderful.
Different selections, from comical to “Peter, Paul and Mary,” to out-of-this-world
violin. The musical tones, the harmony
kept us entranced and the audience didn’t want to let them leave. The next day we are still raving about what a
wonderful experience.
Golly, everything worked, Mandy was
right about not worrying. However, as we
all know, what one worries about never happens.
So even though Mandy gave us this event, I made sure it went well by considering
all the things that could go wrong and
thus they didn’t. I did my job, but I am
wondering if another concert comes up next month – I am troubled about whether
or not I will be invited???
#MariamLewisCheshire #The alternatesafeworldofSanctuary #Myrt-ty-ky-ly
that's right, whatever you worry about won't happen! it never starts raining when I carry my umbrella...but anyway, sounds like it was all fun, hope you get to go to another concert. ;)
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