One day a month, Roland and I try to set up a double date with one of our boys and his wife. At least two have suggested that we go see a play. But we cannot just drop by a playhouse and expect to get tickets. They have to be reserved.
In March we had gone to the park for picnic with Tony and Rochelle. After we got home I looked into buying theatre tickets for the date this month. I purchased four tickets to Desert Star’s “Into the Hoods” for yesterday afternoon. I first approached Jeanie and Biff.
Jeanie declined, as she and Biff would be celebrating their wedding anniversary – ALL DAY and Not With Us. Okay. If they had already made plans, no big deal. I could call Randy and Carrie and if they couldn’t go, there’s my sister Kayla and her husband, Bill or we could go with Tony and Rochelle again – though they are notorious for NOT being on time – and that could put a damper on our plans.
Randy and Carrie had committed to go with us and had been looking forward to it for almost a month.
Meanwhile, it was announced in church (several times) that we had a “golden banquet” coming up for the seniors in the stake. Theoretically I am too young to attend by myself – but Roland is of age and so I would attend, as I am his partner. When it was first announced, I thought: “Oh, we’ll be able to attend. We will be home by then.”
Before we went to Oregon, I had asked a friend if we could do lunch. I think she shared with me her free days (while I was in Oregon) and I said I would call her when I got back.
You must understand that I have always had a mind for remembering things – from the past. Future things, I’m not so good with – and never have been to be honest. I set up phone reminders all the time (as I seldom ever look at the calendar)
My last phone could remind me only when the phone was turned on. One cool function of my current phone is that the alarm will go off – even if the phone has not been turned on. Sometimes I have forgotten to switch the a.m. and p.m. to where it really needs to be, and have sometimes had my alarm go off when I am sleeping. I still have to have it in earshot to make it work in addition to having the right time.
Though I had returned to Utah physical, it took me a while for my mind to catch up – or perhaps it is in Oregon still. I had totally spaced calling my friend (I referred to her as Beth in an earlier post, but to set her apart from our friend, Beth, who lives in Oregon, I will refer to the Utah Beth as B} and contacted her after the fact with an apology (I had fallen asleep)
Roland said he thought the banquet was on Friday – or at least I thought that’s what he said. We arrived to the banquet 22 – 24 hours ahead of everybody else. Parking lot was empty. We had already arranged for a sitter and so decided to take advantage of it and went out to dinner anyway (just not at the stake center as we had planned)
I don’t know why I somehow got it into my head that the 2:30 play started at 4:00 and so we did not even leave the house until 2:30. We took Jenna to Sunny’s house and then went on our way to the theatre and wondered why we had to park out in the outskirts when we had given ourselves plenty of time.
When we got to the theatre we had learned that we had missed an hour of the play – rather than go in late, we were told that we could return on Wednesday if we would rather. I liked that option. I think so did they. I think they had given our table away and apologized. It wasn’t their fault. They didn’t have to accommodate us. I’m the one who had made the mistake.