This post will definitely be a contrast from my last one because in that one I was
droning on talking about how it’s so important to be nice and friendly to each other. Ohhh, how I like to have my high opinions. So…umm…do as I say write not as I do. Orrr, don’t. Whateva.
While I admire Adrian for wanting to invite everyone he knows over to our house all of the time for “weenie roasts” which end up turning into big meals, these gatherings fill me with anxiety.
For one, I have issues with my house and its ability to stand up to cleanliness scrutiny.
For another, (this is hard to admit) I don’t enjoy meeting people! There. Sigh. I’ve said it. It’s not exactly that I don’t want to meet new people. After I’ve met them, it’s great. But during the time leading up to the meeting I get all tense and nervous. And that’s just when I meet them at other locations. Combine this with my house issue and you’ve got the makings for an all out anxiety attack.
And THEN, entertaining doesn’t come naturally to me. What starts out as a simple weenie roast almost always turns into a full meal deal. Like this last time. I went out and bought the wieners and buns, etc. and when I returned home Adrian says he thought it’d be nice to roast chickens. Ahhh!
The whole thing of figuring out what to serve creates such an uneasy queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. And, apparently, when I start to convey my worries on this matter what I’m actually doing is making a big deal outta nothin’. Easy for him to say because HE doesn’t do it. Uhhh. Oops. Did I say that out loud?
When I invite my friends, it’s different. Because. Well, they’re MY friends, right? They already like me. No worries about the first impression and all that.
Now, Adrian wants to invite a bunch of people over from work for yet another “weenie roast” – which I’ll bet ya 5 bucks turns into prime rib roast or something. (the irony is that Adrian doesn’t really like hot dogs!)
The things is, I want to be that woman. You know the ones whose doors are always open and where there’s always room at the table for one more? But I’m just not her. Not at this point anyway.
It is nice that Adrian is so welcoming and all that, but I guess that’s the difference between us. I enjoy going out while he prefers to stay home. Ah well.
On another note, the sunset last night was quite beautiful. And it was raining which added to the splendour. Below are my feeble attempts to capture what I saw:
The photos are taken from my deck under an over-hang. It was the only place where I wouldn’t get wet so my vantage point was restricted.
This endeavor confirmed my desire to take some photography classes. I wanted to capture the colour of the sunset while also showing the rain. I found my skills limited, however, to simply pushing buttons on my camera to see what would happen. It was fun, though. Thank goodness for digital cameras!
The colours just kept changing, and it was still raining the whole time. It was exquisite.