Lessons From the Edge

Sometimes 'store bought' just has to do.

I could not believe my Tuesday this week.
*When I walked in the door at work my boss told me my entertainer for that afternoon had just called. He had a family emergency and wouldn't be able to come play. OK. I'll just see if I can find someone else at the last minute!
Fortunately, I was able to.
*Later that morning I received a phone call informing me my volunteers for that afternoon weren't going to be able to come help with the ice cream sundaes. OK. I'll just, uh, what'll I do?
Fortunately, one of my co-workers was able to help me serve the sundaes.
*When the music and ice cream were finished, D asked me if I would walk him to his apartment. I needed to clean up the dining room but there were still several people milling around so I was happy to escort him home.
*Upon returning to the dining room, I noticed C - in her wheel chair - waiting to be taken back to her apartment. Not sure where the aide was who usually takes her, but I asked if she wanted me to escort her. She said, 'Yes,' and I knew the cleaning could wait another few minutes, so I took her.
*One more return to the dining room, and I found J waiting for an escort, too. I realized the aide must have been taking care of a 'situation', so I walked with J to her apartment, too. Wishing the entire time that I had volunteers who were working on clean-up.
*As J and I were on our way, H approached me in a panic. He said someone was trying to "swindle him out of money" and asked me to come to his apartment. I asked H to hold on just a minute and promised I would come with him after I took J home.
*H is a very sweet man, but - wow! - does he ever walk slowly?! When we finally made it to his apartment he showed me a box of medication which had been delivered to him. He had no idea what it was, but was pretty sure someone was after his money. (Turns out his niece had changed the way his prescriptions are delivered...)

FINALLY, I made it to the dining room. Cleared and wiped the tables, swept the floor, emptied the trash, and put away random supplies. As I punched out and thought about what I had to do once I got home, I decided I was going to make one more un-planned trip that day.
Josh needed a salad/side dish to take to his cross-country team's "Pasta Party" that evening. I knew I didn't have it in me to figure out and prepare something for him to take.
Nope. I was going to Meijer's deli.
Oh, to be sure, I prefer homemade. But I was whipped and that made me realize, Sometimes 'store bought' just has to do.