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coffee? tea? nap?

On Sunday, Dennis and I did coffee hour at St. Ned's. The person who usually does it wasn't available, and the people who usually fill in weren't available, so I called Dennis and he agreed to take it on.

It all went pretty well (except for the getting out of bed at 6:00 a.m. part, since we had to drive to St. Ned's and be set up by 8:30 a.m. for the early service folks). The only thing we couldn't figure out was the art of working the giant 60-cup coffeemakers. I couldn't find anything which said how much coffee to put in them, so we just kept making pots on the 15-cup machine and filling carafes. Dennis said that the big percolators can make really bad coffee if you don't know what you're doing, and the church wasn't going to serve bad coffee on his watch. He seemed to have a pretty good time with it; hospitality is definitely one of his gifts. We went home tired and covered with little bits of coffee from the grinder, but content.

Everyone thought we were being swanky because we used the china coffee cups instead of paper ones, but actually we arrived Sunday morning and realized that we were out of paper cups and had no choice but to get out the china. Really, it wasn't that much more work, and it did look nice. I think the no-paper thing may have technically been my fault, since I didn't place a supply order, but um, yeah.

Fun fact about me: I am incapable of making Tang. Not just because it's hard to get the astronauts into the juicer, either. I think the breakdown was in the difference between 'heaping' scoop and 'level' scoop, but I made it so strong the nursery sent it back to the kitchen. Ooops. Dennis fixed it, and we made three correct pitchers out of my two crazy-strong ones.

All in all, not a bad way to make $75.00 for a morning's work. It's weird; last month I was starting to feel kind of stressed out about money, because I will have to pay for Skool for Deacons somehow, and now it just seems like little cash sources are popping up everywhere. I've got some housesitting gigs, and sales are way up on my t-shirts, and the insurance company finally settled my accident from last September, so we're going to be just fine. I wish I could have a custom message pop up when I log into online banking. Maybe something like, "God Provides, Twit. Stop Worrying."
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