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It's a good thing I spent a couple of hours hovering over the stove last night, working on my contribution to today's family festivities. It's a good thing, because there wasn't much left of me by today. I was kind of an invisible presence at the garage sale (which was also a celebration of Eric's birthday). I leaned against walls and sat in the shadows.
It was fun just to be there, though, and I enjoyed myself, even if I didn't have the energy to show it. There were so many friends and family members there that it was a real party. By the time I got there it was after noon, and a lot of the real sale (the part where crowds of people come and buy things) was over.
Tammy and David and whoever else brought old, useless items made some money and got rid of some stuff in the first few hours. The afternoon was more party than sale, although people kept coming and going until we started putting the ragged straggling leftovers away at around four o'clock.
Sitting on the sidelines is nothing new to me, and I suppose people are used to it, if they're used to me at all. If I'm going to be halfway out of commission, it's probably better for me to be that way with all those good people around. Most of them found a chance to talk to me, and I wouldn't have had that if I'd sat home and rested today. At least I'm easy to tolerate, because I don't make a lot of demands.
And I got a lot of nice hugs, too. That's one of the great things about our family get-togethers. The more people that show up, the more hugs I get. | 
