Our ward does a potluck lunch every second Wednesday. Afterward, there is a group of us who stay to play games. A counselor in the Relief Society is so good to send out reminders. We usually have a really good attendance, but not always.
The other day I decided that I wouldn't leave the house until about 12:30 or so which would put me there around clean up and I would get to play games with whoever was staying (as there are probably only 20% will stay for games) but my computer was being temperamental and kept freezing before I could finish my assignment. And so I decided to turn it off and go to the luncheon.
Wow. Happy to have made that decision. There were eight of us. Holy cow. I don't remember there ever being that few. We did have a few more stragglers just before and after the prayer was offered. We ended up with 15 people and eight dishes plus chips.
It is an early day for Jenna and so she will walk up to the church after school lets out though she hasn't been playing games with us. The hot games are Rummikub and Mexican Train. She gets tired of playing only those two games - which I understand. We have a couple who don't show any interest in word games or trivia and so I didn't know how "Scatergories" would be received by the group. I learned that many were also happy about the introduction of something different that they all enjoyed and asked to play again.
As we were getting ready to leave I made a comment about one of the dishes which I wanted to take home to Roland. The one who had brought it gave me more than I thought I would need and with the game and the food, my sweater and bag, I had my hands full and was gathering my belongings and the last one out of the church.
When I returned home, the food was not in the car. No! I remembered carrying it out to the car. At least I thought I had. Roland said he had to return to the church to take care of him and I joined him on his quest as I thought it would be easier to retrace my own footsteps than try to explain to him where the food might be.
Before we turned into the parking lot I saw the covered container still sitting outside on the sidewalk next to where I had parked the car. Fortunately, it was covered as it was getting rained on. Not the sharpest knife in the drawer. My memory lately has been like that of a goldfish.
