Chai Class

It was a nice day. One of the women "forgot" and we waited for her for about 15 minutes and then went ahead with the class. She texted back later to explain she forgot to put it on her calendar. Seven was still a respectable number -- phew. 

The chai was amazing. The instructor is the nicest man. We had interesting conversations, learned about experiences as a refugee, heard heartbreak and inspiring stories, and had a lot of laughs. Friends met other friends and some connections were made. This was the spirit of the gathering. It was a success despite my frustrations and complaining about people backing out.

Tasting the concentrate

Good to save for boiling later
for aroma therapy. We also
ate boiled ginger slices.
Spicy mouth cleanse.

Steeping away. The smell
was as good as you'd expect.

We had incredible shawarma for lunch -- best I've ever had. Local, small, so fun. 

Overall, it was a great experience. I'm working on some thoughts about how much hand holding I need to do with things like this. My attitude has been grown women with calendars. I don't need to go overboard with reminders, etc. Had I sent a quick -- "see you tomorrow" text the other woman would have been there. Can I accept that handholding comes with planning? Not sure yet. I know it's not a black or white answer and can be different in each situation. But asking myself the question -- what if I let go of that thought? Does this change the experience? Does it change my attitude?

Next up is corralling for bookclub in 2 weeks. This won't be as "high pressure" for me this time, but we still want people to show up. The store is staying open later for us to have our meeting. 

Up and showered extremely early this morning. Hubby has a colonoscopy. 

Have to get heading out. I get a couple hours of reading time while I wait for him. Later gators.