I'm the Hospitality Chair (not a Table, a Chair) for a Woman's Arts Group I belong to. We meet once a month during the school year. Today's program featured a singer who is Autistic and has perfect pitch. Amaze-balls. She sings and her mom plays the piano. Inspiring story and the best rendition of "Oh, Danny Boy" I've ever heard, and I'm Irish.
My job is to set the theme and secure the decor, lasso the membership to remind them when it's their turn to bring goodies, get everything to our meeting place early enough to be ready to go by 9:15, including 3 urns of hot beverages and assorted sweets & savories if there aren't enough volunteers, plus all the necessary supplies. It's a big job. Then I (and my committee) pack everything up and load it back into my car.
Since it's just around the corner, I picked up the week's mail at the post office, then I did my volunteer stint at the library, and went to the bank to make the Friends' EOM deposit. Then I drove across town to a one-day-only estate sale and bought two DVD series, plus 2 yards of quilted black velvet, which will make a great backdrop if I ever get my shit together and figure out how eBay works, for $5.00 total.
While in the area, I looked at the models of houses in a new development I advocated for to the City Council last year. The prices are $1.2 -$1.4M and it was proposed as "affordable housing" by Pulte, ugh. What a disappointment! Swung by a fixer that just came on the market, found an open gate and strolled the property. I see potential, but DH does not like the setting, so probably not our next project.
Stopped by a friend's house to pick up her car key. She'll leave her car at the transit station at 0-dark-hundred tomorrow and I will walk over at a more civilized hour, pick it up and park it at my house until she returns. Tonight will be pizza from scratch and unpacking/washing/reloading my supplies from this morning. All of this with my MIL and her pal Al Z. Heimer, in tow. Did I mention it took three tries to get her into something presentable before we left this morning? Oy!
Tomorrow DH is off. Yay! I'm doing Read Across America at a local elementary school in the morning, then moving car referenced above, then we're picking up some furniture for a friend who needs it to go from Point A to Point B, a distance of 25 miles, involving multiple freeways and a big-ass toll bridge. Because, um, we own a truck and my friend is having cancer surgery on Monday? My birthday is in a few days, so DH has hinted at plans after that. Low-key suits me just fine. In fact, the lower, the better.
Hmmm, and here I'm feeling like a lazy ass because I have completed NO chores this week. Sorry I have nothing to report. I know this makes me a lurker/shirker of the worst sort. I promise, I'll try to get something done before my next report is due, instead of a bunch of whining and lame excuses, lol!
Tl;dr: Diane C has no new completed chores to report.