Change

I recognize that I take a little longer than the average person to assimilate a change in plans. Part of my assimilation process includes complaining to a number of people about how terrible this change is and who I think is responsible. Not exactly enlightened behavior, but we need to have some faults, right?
Sunday is the Gala Opening for the cafe; a concert by a Venezuelan group followed by a reception which, until this morning, I thought was for about 35 donors and supporters of the renovation project. But no. Add the entire village and all the people who are apparently saving their rsvp for the last minute and I am told I should plan on about 150. Elegant, dainty hors d'oeuvres are really fun to make for a few, but for hordes they are a pain in the ass. Additionally, everybody seems to be very busy themselves and getting help has been like pulling teeth, plus everybody and their brother came for lunch today, preferring to come as close to closing time as they could manage, eating me out of soup, salad and hummus and generally magnifying my cranky mood.
Luckily some zen little part of me knows that it will all go swimmingly, everybody will be impressed with the reception and say lovely things about me and the food and I will probably, in the end, have a good time. Maybe some day I will be able to skip the middle step where I feel undervalued and mistreated and go completely with the flow!