Matters of course

I had an earnest request put to me last Wednesday, "We're out of new-comers packets, we'll need some for next Wednesday." This was from my Wednesday evening group's co-Secretary, Thomas, to his Literature person. I assured him that new-comers packets were common needs and ought to be available from the district literature stores. I placed my phone order last week, patiently waited for the inevitable and efficient call-back, which came today. Literature coordinator Coralee, "Your order is ready. It is at the usual place at John's house." I went to pick the order up today, between a doctor appointment and returning to work, pleased that I had easily memorized the route to John's house. I had the check in my pocket. Detour, road work ahead. Road closed. Almost in site of John's, backhoe digging vigorously. Should I walk? No: I'd be late for work, they would stop me.

I had placed an order for two tickets to attend a local workshop. A good acqaintance replied, stating she could bring the tickets to a Monday evening group we share and I could bring my check. That would be tonight. Not sure if this evening's schedule will go according to schedule (we could just be late), or if my acquaintance will be able to attend due to recent neck injury: "I am working on transitioning from a hard collar neck brace to none at all, or sometimes a soft one. This transition is more difficult than anticipated and it has been a grueling couple of days, so we shall see."

I feel calm. It will probably work out just fine. I worry a little at what I will have to do to make "ends meet". Wish us luck!