Plans do Go Awry

On Sunday night, the Packers threw a wrench in the works for our Christmas concert by changing the time for their game. The game started at 3:30 and we knew that the people of Wisconsin were more likely to stay home and watch the game than to hear Methodists sing. The concert was lovely, attendance was down. Nothing I could do about it

Tonight I'm holding my annual One Size Fits All Sing for Your Supper Solstice Party. I set the date way before Thanksgiving and invited all the writers and artists I knew.

The house is clean and decorated to the hilt. The meat for the tacos is simmering, driving Rascal Cat crazy. There are three kinds of cookies, banana bread, party mix on the table. I'll soon be making apple scones to add to the spread.

But who will be coming to partake of our largesse? We don't really know. I was fairly sure of eight party goers, but most of them live in the country or in surrounding towns and cities. The wind is kicking up with gusts of 40 mph. The temperature is dropping. Bad weather was nothing I could plan for. 

Gary, who originally was going to a meeting in Appleton tonight, has decided to stay home. It may well be that just the two of us will be making pigs of ourselves.

No matter what happens tonight, there's still Los Posadas on Saturday and all the company and church services on Christmas Eve.

What will be, will be.  

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Addendum:   As expected, the turnout was small, but it was a fine party anyhow.  Good food, good friends.  The highlight was the Skype from Betty in Colorado, all decked out in Christmas finery, laughing as we recalled past Solstice parties and getting caught up in the gossip.

Could be in the future we'll all just Skype ourselves to Christmas parties and stay at home!