The Round-Tower

Yesterday was the annual Bazaar at our church and I signed up to work the cookie table from 8-11. I expected to show up, work my time, browse for anything that caught my fancy… and then home again for lunch and a nap before a bowling date with a friend. My husband is rather the antisocial malcontent and in the past has avoided church bazaars like the plague unless tormented into attending by his mother for the purposes of showing off the grandchildren. So I was rather surprised when he got ready as well saying he should probably attend with us. We hadn’t been there an hour when they all came to me, husband and children, to tell me about all the great finds and by the way, Daddy put in a bid in the silent auction! It was so funny to watch them, I kept having to shoo my children away from a friends table where she was selling homegrown and canned salsa’s, she had put out a sample and they obviously loved it. Then my husband got caught up at a table next to hers where handmade Afghans were being sold… First the purple one had to be purchased for Becca, our very tiny 8 yr old who is so susceptible to cold in the winter, and there was a beautiful one that one of the other children wanted as well… Oh and then since I liked one he’d buy that for me, but then what would the other two children think if we didn’t buy one for them as well… By the time he left the afghan table, he had bought six, spent all the cash I brought in my pocket and been to the bank twice for more cash. That wasn’t the end of it though, during all this time both he and the children had been bidding on more items in the auction… and it became a contest of sorts, checking and rechecking to make sure their bids hadn’t been topped… and pretty soon they were watching bids for any friends of ours who had bids… and STILL having to be shoo’d away from the salsa table! (They WILL be hearing about THAT little breach of manners I can tell you!) We ended up with quite the haul, the amusement and memories well worth the money spent. Got home around 2:45 and by 3:30 were back out the door again to go bowling with our neighbor. Her department at the university where she teaches was having a bowling night for staff and students, friends and family were invited and so she asked us to come. My girls had never been bowling before and it was great fun to watch them try, complete with funky dances on the way to loose the ball, and gyrations complete with directional pointing to direct the ball as if it would heed such influences, and even a ‘magic ball’ that it seemed bowled best for everyone in the lane and was much sought after… Loud music, pizza and coke, excellent company… it was great fun… in the end I hobbled home replete with good fellowship and memories made to soak my sore feet and muscles in a hot bath. That is the nasty thing about getting older… not so much the passing of time, or the graying hair and wrinkles, but the inability of the body to keep up with the vigor and enthusiasm of the mind and heart.

I simply MUST get this overweight decrepit body back to fitness so that such light entertainment doesn’t flatten me again!