Procrastination

I've been a bad blogger again. I don't have a real excuse, because I'm online every day. I just put off writing because I don't have anything witty to say.
The high holiday weekend is here, and tomorrow promises to be stressful and tiring, but hopefully uplifting, too. We have three services scheduled, and probably very few people will attend. I haven't got any idea how many youth will actually show up for the early service. Already one of the girls I counted on has backed out. My daughter is annoyed that she will have to help out with the service even though her buddies have gone out of town. Toooooooo bad. I wish I could combine the number of people attending each service so the number was larger when we actually report numbers. I haven't done the required reporting yet. I need to, before I get in trouble. I am just nervous about it.
At my interview with the Board of Ordained Ministry, they told me that it would be okay that my numbers were low, as long as I kept trying. Well, I am-- we have an ad in the paper, have passed out fliers, sent out letters to the potato drop people, and so far, the only guest we had was somebody who needed help. She left during the service last night (Good Friday) and came back when it was over.
One of my most supportive friends died Thursday night. Mrs. Adena McKemey passed away in the night after being ill for quite awhile. She was so sweet, and always smiled at me. Her husband was first appointed to my church when he was in seminary, so they loved the fact that Glenwood Park is my first church. They came to my wedding, graduation, and services a couple of times. She gave me a hand-painted plate with the church on it. I have to figure out what I can do in her memory.

I think maybe I have finally undertaken more responsibilities than I can manage. For the first time in five years, I forgot a YouthFriends event, and stood up my poor little fourth grade friend. I feel lousy about it, and my excuses feel weak, even though they're legitimate.
Last Friday, my genius fourteen-month-old nephew completely killed my cell phone. I was playing with him, and showed him a picture of himself on the phone; he was intrigued, and held the phone and toddled into the kitchen. I walked in the kitchen (less than five minutes having passed) and the phone was off; when I turned it on, it was set for April 1, 2004. And everything was gone-- no chequebook, no calendar, no task list, no contacts, no past calls, nothing. Period. Even all my pics of the adorable baby were gone.
Needless to say I was quite dismayed, and his mother was quite apologetic-- she wanted to pay for a new phone, but really, the stupid thing was on its last leg, anyway, because the day before the battery had failed to hold a charge. Still, it was frustrating.
So now, I have a new phone, but I didn't get it until Wednesday, the day of the YouthFriend bowling party, and so I didn't have the even on my schedule. I got some stuff done that morning, and thought-- hey, why don't I make that nursing home visit I need to make? So I did, and totally stood up my little friend.
To make things sort of right, I took him McDonalds yesterday, and apologized profusely; but still I feel bad.
Today my PTA president/friend called to make sure I was going to the luncheon we had agreed to do, and of course I don't have it on the new calendar. I'm slippin' and somehow I've got to catch up. And I've misplaced my worship calendar, haven't submitted my monthly stats, and can't find the video tape I borrowed. Nice start to March!