Where to Begin?

My planning meeting for our 50th high school class reunion went very well tonight. We are working very hard trying to get as many as possible of our classmates to attend. You know, however, that there will always be some who just won't come. So far, we have over half who have responded positively; now, we have divided the rest of the names up and will begin calling them and encouraging their attendance. I suspect some are like me: weight gain; addition of wrinkles; hair that's turned white or turned loose; arthritis or some of those boys are residing with them; and, many other reasons/problems. I do hope that they will consider that we have all aged considerably but are so happy to be kicking even if it is at a much slower, lower level.

The 9 of us who are meeting, eating and planning have really enjoyed our time together, so much, in fact, that we are talking about continuing these outings once a quarter after all is said and done. I have gotten reacquainted with these friends, a few whom I was not close to in high school. I regret that I didn't know them better when we were young and sassy. This is really a good group of folks.

Tomorrow, I will spend the morning frying chicken and delivering to my friend's home; then, I have to help my sister who has yet to receive her first retirement check which was due yesterday; enjoying my grandchildren (they said they loved fried chicken and would see me tomorrow); and, of course, I must get my packing done for our sibling trip. At least I had time (though rushed as it was) to pick up my snacks, water, etc from the grocery store.

I had my weekly trip to the hairdresser today and I was somewhat depressed over the treatment my good friend received. It seems that there was a misunderstanding between the customer and the employer. The customer came her regular time but the worker thought she wouldn't be coming; therefore, she was very upset to see her walk in to get her hair done. There was a mix-up on the week and some words passed between the two. I hated that so much. There really was no need for the hairdresser to get upset with the little lady; I agree that the customer was right and that she was misunderstood. Sometimes, we just are too prone to jump on something without thinking it through. So many arguments could be avoided if we took the time to stop, take a deep breath, and let it go. Just let the issue go. Everyone would end up feeling so much better in the end. Lord, help us all to be more understanding, more sympathetic, more attuned to the feelings of others; and, it would be all right if You begin with me.