sophie's fair

hello everyone, i hope "everyone's" enjoying the week... i'm still on hiatus but i need to come out of hybernation coz i need to finish a lot of deadlines before this week ends. on the brighter side, i have 95% chance of displaying my artworks in 2005 (more details later) and my blog just had a total makeover -- all for my 19,468 viewers (yes, and in less than a year!!!) wooohoooo!!!! oh yes yes yes!!! i thought my days would be crappy considering the deadlines and truth be told, even if there were no deadline, i'd feel crappy -- my parents sent a package filled with food last week and i'm supposed to be gobbling em up by now but oh no, the little pricks havent arrived yet, i've been starving myself to death for a week now, just waiting... waiting for my mother's homemade "supplements".
but the crazy part is, while i'm starving right now, i cooked for 25 or more people and served them hand and foot (figuratively speaking) last sun. ok, wednesday last week john, one of our friends called me and asked if we could meet up at 7 pm to discuss the -- what?? ok, i didnt get that, john... cook for sun? i didnt wait for 7 pm to meet with him, as soon as i got off the shuttle, i met john... well, u know the traffic, people chatting, cars honking... maybe i misheard?? "sophie, you're in-charge on sun"... "excuse me john, um.. this sunday?"... he looked at me and said, "yeah this sunday... sophie, what exactly are u gonna uh prepare?" well, being gallant and all i said, "maybe some mediterranian cuisine or something?" how hard is it to cook anyway? saturday. low, low energy. been busy, hardly had time to sleep, then this cooking thingy. been a photographer, artist, designer, volunteer, sounding board, and now... a chef??? how in the world did i get into this. good thing i have my mother to fall back on. 8 pm. my mother called and asked if everything's ready... um, i havent cooked anything yet. she freaked out. but i mean, how difficult is it to cook anyway? a little bit of this and that and bam!, you're done. 2 am, i was sobbing in the kitchen coz i wasnt even halfway done.
sunday morning. glorious morning, birds chirping and cinderel... actually, no birds chirping, gray skies and cold icy feeling. most of all, no painfully nice cinderella as soon as this girl woke up. after the booze and the delusions of grandeur have worn off, i was bitchy, cranky, tired and about to bite people's heads off if anyone even smiled.
now time for church. i gave everything that was in the bag to gertrude and went to the young adults' class. as soon as i peeped in, 7 men were there, including the pastor. oh dear God, i love men but all 7 of them?? where are the girls?? and where's brad, or mike or ben, u know, the guys i'm familiar with??? like a dead girl walking, i quietly withdrew... too late... the reverend already saw me. "sophia? sophia come in, come here and meet our boys." "uh... hi, reverend minister". (i've been a christian girl practically since birth but to this day i dont know the diff between a rev and a minister). "i'm so sorry i'm late for the nth time rev". but that's ok, considering nobody told me to hire a team of helpers. we (or rather, the guys) talked for sometime while i dozed off, finally, our pastor mentioned something like the army(?) oohh... these men are all in the army? what is it with [clean-cut] men in uniform? anyway, to tell u all the truth, i wasnt thinking anything like that at the time coz my head was practically hanging out. pastor asked me what i thought about -- erm what? a bible passage. i started talking and couldnt stop -- i was telling myself to shut it but couldnt, i just rambled on and on. 15 mins later, i was still yakking. i couldnt believe i girl-talked the army. they were like, "really? why did u cut people off, ppl u care about?" anyway, my last piece of brilliant conversation was, "i was messed up, but i'm not anymore, i mean, i dont need a therapist or anything like that anymore, not that i ever needed one." i hate it. i was supposed to comfort my newfound army buddies, not the other way around.
upstairs in the dining hall, i was in-charge of serving tea. someone gave me a teakettle without the tea yet. people already fell in line to be served. one older woman asked for tea. "young lady, i see water, but where's the tea?" "um tea's not ready yet but the water is." "here, i'll take that for u". it was mattie. good thing there're folks like mattie, i gratefully looked on.
in a nutshell, my cooking ability was a hit and i have no idea why. a miracle or something, probably. i just thank God it's over. but thinking about it now, i realise why of all days, i was put in that position. i guess coz my army buddies would be there and u know, there's a purpose for everything right? at least, i was able to feed them, being grateful for watching over this country. my only regret is that i didnt tell them how much i respect men like them, one of the boys even said he's from WV and a simple, country boy.
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