Game Day Games Day Gratitudes

RantWoman is certain that the world needs to hear RantWoman's LONG list of vexations with different matters of accessible event planning, RantWoman getting ignored or blown off, and generally holy process getting in the way of gently phased improvements. RantWoman is certain the world needs to hear this but today RantWoman is going to focus first on gratitudes and the maybe a little be about things RantWoman needed to distract herself from.

Gratitudes for a games day that was supposed to be a retreat but...

Ease of just dropping in: Rantwoman arrived late. Various games were already in progress and RantWoman opted just to sit and observe at one table. The game seemed pretty visual. The social dynamics of the group's play was telling. After the game was done, RantWoman asked and someone provided a brief explanation further than RantWoman had gleaned from observing play. RantWoman is unclear she must play that exact game again, but MAYBE if RantWoman gets to start with the rest of the group....

Singing and ukelele

Fresh grapes from someone's garden and kettle corn and other snacks RantWoman did not pay attention to.

Many new voices to LISTEN TO and lack of call to just say "HI, I am the official Bogey man everyone has been talking about for months!"

Tables far enough apart that RantWoman could focus on one table and not drown in nearby chatter.

Art on walls: RantWoman is not charmed by all the pieces but really liked a couple. Note to self: the titles in teeny tiny type on basically business cards do not work for RantWoman. Sigh.

Easy cleanup so RantWoman could be gone before the Husky football game traffic clogged the streets.

And in the realm of things in spite of which RantWoman seeks to maintain cheerful demeanor
Too many sirens and grieving blind people.
https://rantwoman.blogspot.com/2019/09/squash-sirens.html

9/11 remembrances
https://rantwoman.blogspot.com/2019/09/911-remembered.html

A further note: Meeting held a called worship. RantWoman specifically remembers a call to say something like "if one thinks of the Pentagon as the center of the US war machine, then, even though I know people who probably work in the Pentagon, God forgive me but I cannot think of a more deserving target."

No the sky did not open up. There were no thunderbolts from on high. No one even tried to elder RantWoman; possibly they figured God can handle the problem.