… in which I can’t remember what day number it was. It was Sunday. Church of the Common Table.

Breakfast – grabbed a bowl of cereal … I’m LATE for setting up and helping my teammates. LightHusband and LightChildren were not too far behind me. Not sure what they did. LightChildren later copped to purchasing breakfast at the coffeeshop where we meet.
Lunch – is part of church. Really it is. For three years now we’ve trundled across the parking lot to Chipotle’s for lunch after our service. Last year we gave that up for Lent, put the money we would have spent into a jar and gave it to a refugee family with nothing. We then had simple lunches (beans and rice or pb&j sandwiches) in homes. We’re thinking of doing the same thing this year. So … I’m not making this up. We even give away Chipotle meal certificates to first time visitors so they can join us without feeling the money crunch.

Dinner – Marinara sauce with meatballs over penne pasta and a big glass of milk.

I’m having a friend over for coffee this afternoon. I can make scones!! I have scone mix in the cupboard. YAY. I also have my brother’s most excellent jam. If you can get your hands on it, it’s the best jam in the world. No pectin, all fruit and sugar. YUM. One day soon he’ll have a website up and you can look for Side Hill Farm Jam. I also happen to have some whipped cream (in a can) … yes, hanging my head. I have ReddiWhip. I really do need to wear a paper bag. My grandmother would be ashamed.

I’m having another friend over for coffee later in the week. He and his baby daughter will need some treats, but it might not be as pretty as scones. I think I might have the ingredients for some fun cookies.  On the other hand, I’m not making any promises to anyone who might be reading this and beginning to anticipate anything 😉

Next weekend we have a real challenge.  We’re hosting a mini-retreat for 8 people here.  ALL day … it’s a combined meeting of our church’s Leadership and Design Teams.  I love all of these people.  But they’ve gotten used to the bar being set a certain level when events are in our home.  I hope they can live with the creative disappointment on Saturday.  We’ll have lots of good hot coffee and tea and I can bake.  There will probably be soup.  Beyond that I have to put my mind to it.  Does it count if we make it potluck?

Here are some odd things that have happened.  I’m hungry all the time.  I’m not conciously denying myself anything at meals.  But I’m not snacking in between either.  I’m not ravenous, just a low level nagging if I ate something now I’d feel satiated and boy, I’d really love some ice cream, kind of hungry.  But we don’t have any ice cream.  What does this say about the state of poverty?  I could tell you, but I’ll let you form your own conclusions.  (Euphemism for I’m still thinking about this and will write more later).

Another odd thing is that I woke up today and the very first thought that ran through my head before and during my eyes opening up was I’m angry that I did this.  I just want to go to the grocery store and eat what I want to eat.  While I was still in sleep mode I was angry at someone else (not sure who).  As I woke up I realized that was unreasonable as this was more or less my idea.  So I was left with being angry at myself.  That was an uncomfortable awakening.  So I lay there for a while and shook it off, but I’m still not sure what to make of it.  Any ideas?