Unexpected Changes Are A Little Ratteling

My "little" dinner party turned out even smaller than I expected but that was really fine. I had some people, the guest of honor most importantly, cancel at the last minute. My parents were also going to come but my father works part time, as his retirement job, for a golf course, which he usually loves, but 20 degree
Florida mornings at 4 A.M., getting carts ready for golfers...that takes a toll on anyone and, I am sure, more so if you are in your late 70's. They just weren't up for getting back out in it to face the traffic and weather for chicken. They don't even know, yet, that the other guests cancelled, as well.

No problem, though, because my daughter came over during the day to help me "de-Christmas" my house in order to prepare for the birthday celebration. She was great and we had lots of time to talk and catch up. Then, since she was planning on having dinner with us anyway, we cooked a fun Mexican meal and just the three of us had a lovely dinner. I'm glad that I didn't bake a birthday cake (ha, like I have ever done that) and decorate, as I usually would have done. Something told me that things were not going to go as I had planned. Fortunately, it was to be a cooking party and the boyfriend of the birthday girl was going to cook so, except for copious amounts of lemons and eggs left unused in my refrigerator, I'm good to go. I told him that I would buy the ingrediants if he wanted to cook this special meal. One of the ingrediants was white wine. I knew when I bought it that he wouldn't use it all and so if I had some left over on hand that I liked, I might feel bad throwing it out, so I bought something I don't really like to drink. Now, I just have a crappy, unopened bottle of wine. I will serve it to someone who won't notice the difference ;). Since no one is reading this, I have no worries that anyone will be concerned that it is them.

My daughter had a couple of drinks but it didn't bother me or my husband. We are feeling strong about our committment to this effort, thus far. Again, I start anxting around happy hour, especially like yesterday when my dinner party was falling apart but I refocused by cooking a new recipe and my desire to have a glass of wine just went away.

Until tomorrow. Cheers.