When you make a mess, you clean it up. Despite how painful it may be to do so. Despite having to say, “I’m wrong. Let me fix it.” Despite the naysayers who do not believe you can get things straight again. Let me tell you the story.
Our Cotton Quilters’ Guild (CQG) meeting planned for Monday became an issue as soon as I agreed to business as usual. Richard scheduled a colonoscopy. His family is rift with colon cancer, so it’s an important test for him. Putting it off after he agreed would probably mean months, or longer, before I could convince him to see to it. I offered two options: 1. someone take the reins and run the meeting, or 2. delay the meeting to the following Monday. No one stepped up; I changed the date. My apologies.
Between those two dates, one week exactly, Richard offered to take the camper out for our virgin voyage. It’s time. We bought the camper only two years ago, and it has not moved. Thrilled, I asked a few CQG friends if they would consider chairing the meeting. No from every quarter. Only one thing to do: 1. someone take the reins and run the meeting, or 2. change the meeting back a week but have it on Tuesday.
After much hype, and perhaps a snappy remark from me, we changed the meeting to Tuesday. One day after the original meeting date. Not difficult to understand. You think?
Of course, that immediately caused another issue. Our usual space is unavailable, my team is responsible for lunch, and people are upset. I fixed the space issue with one text. Little did I know how thrilled Sheila was. Planned my dessert—a simple but delicious pudding. And let go of the unsettling noise from folks who are not willing to help but are the first to complain.
No problems with the meeting, and now there are only two meetings left until someone takes the presidency.
Our quilt show last week meant not many people brought projects to share. Naturally, a couple of us forgot them. But some people are always together.
