My name may be Mary, but I'm a Martha
We never outgrow the need for lessons. And we should constantly be learning. But sometimes we have to learn and relearn a particular concept over and over again. A week ago I had out of town company. The first visit from these dear friends in my new home. I wanted everything to be perfect. I had cleaned the guest room, changed the sheets, set out a soft stack of towels for my guests, written out a menu and purchased all the food. Our visit was going splendidly!! Sunday morning though, in a rush to get the meal in the crock pot I was cutting potatoes -- "distracted with much serving" and cut off the end of my finger. I don't want to be graphic but this was bad. I gave new meaning to the term "meat and potatoes." I grabbed a handful of paper towels and, (calmly? Can't remember) asked my friend to come see if she thought I needed to go see the Doc. Um, yes. We did. Even while walking out the door to the Emergency room I was flinging instructions ...