a.k.a. Recognizing my limitations
As of 2:59 p.m. the stove has not been delivered. My window was 2:30 to 4:30, but at 1 p.m., I received a call saying they could be up to an hour late.
I called the bakery and asked if they had any cupcakes left. They did. They frosted them and topped them with roses for me. I picked them up at 2 p.m.
I concede that some situations are beyond my control, and that's o.k. I have to believe St. Therese would not mind to bakery cupcakes.
If I had a can of beer (my husband drinks imported bottles) I could make beer can chicken on the grill. Instead I'll have to figure something else to do with my two whole chickens. I'll probably get out my electric roaster. A compromise.