We had our
annual Thanksgiving dinner, yesterday, Saturday, instead of Thursday, as Hubby
had to work. I always enjoy getting everything ready, practicing my OCD, making
sure the table is perfect. My daughter has inherited some of that disorder –
lucky for me but not for her.
So there is
a little bit of mismatch at the table. As long as it is organized mismatch I am
happy.
I try
telling myself that it just may be more important that my guests are happy –
they get to sit where they want and if they grab the wrong glass so that now
the mismatch glasses aren’t every other one around the table, who cares. I try
to let it go, and it lasts for at least a little bit. And actually, by the time
the meat goes on the table (one plate white meat, one plate dark, because even Hubby
can’t help himself sometimes), I have almost given up.
Almost.
Maybe next
year, I will learn to truly let go. Randomly place on the table whatever
odd-ball glasses and plates and silverware I have. Let the tablecloths be crooked
and uneven. And just be thankful for the
things that matter like family and food. And at least having matched napkins.
1 comment:
I'm exactly the same with my table and soooooo many other things. At least Dave is somewhat the same.
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