The Day After

The Day after the big event and I survived. The pizza was a hit, I was so pleased they liked it. This is a pizza dough that you make and has to raise in the fridge for about 24 hours before you can use it. I love the smell and taste of it, but being in a new area with different tastes made me nervous. I make the sauce starting with a puree and then add all kinds of goodies and let it simmer for ages. Part of the stress was that I was not sure of numbers, ended up with about 20 and had enough ingredients for all. I do so want to thank you for all the kind comments, Jim says I am a perfectionist and that is why I stress so. I just always want to make sure everyone has a good time and enjoys themselves. Maybe by the time I am 80 or so I will learn to have faith in myself and my skills, if I could do that I could probably enjoy these things more. As soon as the first slices went out and nothing was left on the plates I began to relax. I made these on the big restaurant size trays so for a pizza party it is super. This was a trial and error session and we learned how fast they would cook ,how many we could serve and figured it would be great when we have the groups of younger golfers during season. One of the ladies who had worked there before came in to help and she did great, so now I have one good person on the list.

I realize in some part of my mind that to tie myself into knots over this type of thing is not good. On the other hand I would not want to be a blase(sp?) type person with the "Like it or Lump it" type of take on things. There should be a happy medium there somewhere. When I lie in bed at night and think of all the really big and important things going on it does seems silly. There is David from over at Drunk with Barley who is sitting in Scotland waiting for his visa to straighten out so he can go home to Wyoming and his wife, now that is stress. There are people with sick loved ones who need our prayers and really horrible things out in the wide world. I truly hope that I never become immune to all that surrounds me. Sometimes I feel selfish when I stand in the yard and am surrounded with so much beauty. I wish I could send some of my peace and quiet to those that need it. The love I get from my critters and the feeling of being needed. Life is so short to figure this all out.

I made a treasury of fellow photographers over at etsy and received a note back from one of them thanking me for including her. At the end she said she missed talking to me, that made me feel so good to know that things I had said and done had been noticed. At times it is as if you are in a vacuum and you just bumble along trying.. Out of the blue you get a note or a phone call that says something neat.One of my oldest sons friends remembered me and had some nice things to say on his youtube account, I sort of felt immortalized,lol.

Thank you for visiting and listening , Barbara