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Jun. 24th, 2017 06:04 pmI want to write, but when I sit in the comfy chair at night with my lap top I end up passing out.
Thursday nightI went to an awards dinner with DQ (old friend, but things have been a little distanced and she doe not know how to deal with me since I lost my Mom). The dinner was at the company she retired from, a place that helps disabled people get work and live independently. A good thing...and a place I wanted to work at, but sadly the pay is 1/2 of what I make now and I just could not pay rent, never mind try this house owning thing... so I volunteer....
The dinner was Lobster and Steak Tips...very yummy. There was an open bar too. For some strange reason we were seated at table 1 with the VP guests. Interesting... and dangerous ;-) I sat next to a state rep, a few ward counselors and a few people who where big wigs at some non profits. The other friend that was with us decided to talk politics with the politicians and she loved them all because they all had answered her on some political emails the she sent the week before and they remembered her. One of the reps had met me before a a gal friend of his always bought jewelry from me. It was a nice night... but then me and DQ started being trouble...
At one point someone was talking about a counselor and stressed that they were a counselor at large...well DQ and I said at the exact same time "well, they may be large, but I am extra large... we have known each other about 37 years...and have the same humor... and the lovely suited young men all choked and laughter. The state Rep laughed and said "I can't touch that" Umm...No, no you can't.... we where the giggly table for the rest of the night. Even when the Boston counselor at large was up speaking... oops.
I was asked to donate a painting next year to their silent auction... I will. I just need to think of a subject.
Thursday nightI went to an awards dinner with DQ (old friend, but things have been a little distanced and she doe not know how to deal with me since I lost my Mom). The dinner was at the company she retired from, a place that helps disabled people get work and live independently. A good thing...and a place I wanted to work at, but sadly the pay is 1/2 of what I make now and I just could not pay rent, never mind try this house owning thing... so I volunteer....
The dinner was Lobster and Steak Tips...very yummy. There was an open bar too. For some strange reason we were seated at table 1 with the VP guests. Interesting... and dangerous ;-) I sat next to a state rep, a few ward counselors and a few people who where big wigs at some non profits. The other friend that was with us decided to talk politics with the politicians and she loved them all because they all had answered her on some political emails the she sent the week before and they remembered her. One of the reps had met me before a a gal friend of his always bought jewelry from me. It was a nice night... but then me and DQ started being trouble...
At one point someone was talking about a counselor and stressed that they were a counselor at large...well DQ and I said at the exact same time "well, they may be large, but I am extra large... we have known each other about 37 years...and have the same humor... and the lovely suited young men all choked and laughter. The state Rep laughed and said "I can't touch that" Umm...No, no you can't.... we where the giggly table for the rest of the night. Even when the Boston counselor at large was up speaking... oops.
I was asked to donate a painting next year to their silent auction... I will. I just need to think of a subject.
