A more loose-knit committee has heretofore never been seen. Building a piece of furniture, with tools and volunteer craft persons 800 miles from the comfort of my workshop, is proving to be a challenge. Not impossible, but quite unwieldy.
Yesterday afternoon, most of the committee members met in a informal backyard setting, around the swimming pool. There were no disagreements. However, most members were more concerned with what was for dinner–stuffed pork chops.
My two mutts and Bogart, step-daughter’s dog, are getting along well. There was an incident the second morning, where my trusting spouse, let Maggie out of the yard to test whether or not she would stay within property lines. Needless to say, Maggie headed for the nearest ravine–full of briars. The recalcitrant pup was retrieved; and in the process, we met Roxanne–the nice neighbor lady across the street. It turned out we had mutual acquaintances, and received an invite to an upcoming soire.
That’s the view from here in the northern climes. The leaves have yet to change, but the temps have gotten into the forties at night. Another impromptu committee meeting could happen at any time. More volunteers could join this rag-tag army. Wouldn’t that be something?