(Tania and Claudia trying to salvage my mess.)
My friend and Mansion contact Tania Woodward had a great idea Saturday.
Let’s get some Gingerbread kits for the Mansion, she suggested; we’d ask the residents to help assemble them. The perfect Mansion activity. Tania and I work well together, , she is the Sue Silverstein (Bishop Maginn’s resident saint) of the Mansion.
She asked for my help in funding this Christmas project. Of course, I said, it’s right up the alley of the Army Of Good.
I loved the idea and rushed to Wal-Mart. I got a trunkload of Gingerbread kits for making houses and villages. And the kits were a lot cheaper than the ones online. I got 14 for $125.
I brought them over to the Mansion yesterday while Maria was at her belly dancing hafla, and I volunteered to help out with assembling them. I should have known better. I was creating things are not my strong point.
The ones I worked on fell apartment. The creamy paste didn’t stick. I confused walls with roofs. It was an instant mess.
This is perhaps something a dyslexic person should not be permitted to do. Soon, there were Gingerbread parts and houses all over the place, and Tania fired me, suggesting I was much better at taking pictures and writing. She is nothing if not honest. This is true.
To make things worse, I had left Zinnia home because there was so much gingerbread lying around. I was rounded condemned for that.
Alanna, another Mansion aide, rushed to help. She had done this before.
The aides and the residents had a blast, despite my incompetence, they were at it all afternoon, but all the while, they were asking where Maria was…hint, hint. She is very good at this stuff.
When she got home, I begged for help. Maria agreed to rush to the rescue; bless her, we are both going back there with Zinnia this morning at 9:30 to try to finish the job. Pictures and report to follow.
Gingerbread houses are not edible. I hope you didn’t encourage anyone to try to eat them!
I don’t tell anybody what to eat, Georgette, or what not to eat, not my job..
I suffer from discalcula– disable to read numbers. My talking watch is a salvation. I can usually tussle them out up if I work hard at it but may put them in the wrong order frequently (zip codes…telephone numbers ) by evening, when tired, they are a completely meaningless blur. I keep our accounts and manage this well but husband has to check our joint checkbook daily. It took him years to accept that this was a real disability. Unfortunately our daughter had inherited a great deal of difficulty with letters and reads few books as result. Magazines and short stories are OK if she is not tired. When letter writing as common she often turned letters upside and sideways and her spelling was appalling. Luckily by the time she entered school it was a recognized condition and she was enormously helped by one-on-one classes in her private school. Public school was an impossibility.
If my one who reads this blog has the same difficulty with a child then buy the “And and Bee” books, available now from Amazon. These taught my daughter how to read. Also the writer Anthony Horowitz!
this made me hoot with laughter, Jon! You can’t even build a proper Gingerbread house! LOL! They are tricky, sure sure…….. but I loved the levity and so glad Maria was able to come to the rescue! What a delightful project for the Mansion residents! That was a wonderful idea!
Susan M