Wednesday, August 11, 2004

Cest ca, cest vrai, cest la vie

It's not as if I haven't been writing all this time. I've been writing, but saved everything as a draft, nothing seemed worthwhile~ to be posted I mean.

Dudes, Saturday night is the house concert! I'm not really sure how that's crept up on me. I don't think I'm really ready, I don't have any of the printed materials I wanted, I haven't really thought much about what I want to say and share... In total I've been a procrastinator of the highest degree. It's been said that I can't really do something right unless I've had a good cry over it.

Let it be said again.

I nearly worked myself into the tizzy that it deserves today, but then I ran into a calming sort of person and got over it. Maybe I can get worked up again tomorrow.

So yes, I've gathered info to wow people with my Togolese knowledge.. LOL I've got to figure out a way to get it in order. ~ maybe make up some "stations" of information? There's some grocery shopping to do, some cooking prepwork, what do I want to share, should probably get in touch with our fine musicians of the evening, I'd like to get those prayer cards done, (ha ha ha, started!) should probably have a copy of my newsletter, need to talk to Rose and Roy about what they think people would enjoy hearing, do I need envelopes? Call Bethfields about "stuffs" needed, ie coffee pots, cutlery etc. There's a lot that goes into this eh?
(Tizzy can be felt rising)
Finally found some useful info online. Had to go to Lonely planet to get it though. Nothing else was panning out (in English anyway)
Cest Ca,
you're reading the words of the most English of all the Boileau's ever in history.
God grant me the gift of tongues and may it be French.
amen

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