I’m not a big fan of barbeques. It’s always too hot. There’s too much effort involved. And I’m really quite a lazy slug. So here’s the interesting bit: A couple of weeks ago, I thought it would be fun to organize a barbecue at our place. Why wouldn’t it be? And so we did. For the WHOLE family. His and mine. Last weekend. So yes, the year started with one of my harebrained ideas.
Here’s what I learnt that day:
Omg the weather! Our weather is so freakin unpredictable that it makes it really hard to organize something outdoors. The day started perfectly with glorious sunny blue skies. And 2 hours before guests arrived, it started to pour. And then the rain stopped and the sun started shining. And as we began to set up the tablecloths and cutlery, dark clouds gathered and it started to rain again. And then it stopped. And as I stood there unsure of what to do next, raindrops started falling on my head. Arrrrgh! So I did the only thing I could do – I prayed real hard. And hey, guess what started peeking out from the clouds? 🙂
Stuff happens. When I suggested the barbecue, I imagined red and white checkered tablecloths on the picnic tables, colorful cutlery in pretty clear glasses, a perfect fire over the grill, meats roasting over the flame and iced tea. I wanted a Martha Stewart barbecue. But Murphy turned up. My red and white tablecloths flapped wildly in the wind and in the end I gave up and took them off the tables. And because of the strong wind, my cutlery had to sit in a roasting dish just so they wouldn’t be blown off the tables. The chicken wings and meat which I ordered from the caterers arrived half-frozen. Everyone spent the first half an hour waiting around politely for food. And after we got a mean fire going, we discovered that we had run out of charcoal! The Hubs and I ended up abandoning guests, and driving around to four different places before we managed to buy some. Instead of just laughing it off and going with the flow because this was after all just a family cookout, I demanded perfection and found myself strung out and pretty much miserable the entire time. When I was getting myself all worked up because the wind was messing up my table setup, The Hubs looked over and said, ‘hey, look how nicely our windmills are blowing’.
I really need to learn to see the windmills instead of the wind. Stuff happens. And a lot of it is beyond our control. That’s life.
When you sweat the small stuff, you miss the bigger and more important things. Because I was so hung up with my idea of what a perfect barbecue was supposed to be like, I missed this. A wonderfully breezy evening, kids laughing and having fun, and the warm company of family.
Now that I seemed to have come off a little wiser, would I organize another barbecue? Definitely. But not so soon. My back is still aching from all the running around 🙂