July 16th: Many hats

I wore many hats today.  Early this morning my film maker hat was on as we shot, documentary style, an on camera first person telling of a story that moved me to tears.  When people open up and reveal the very depths of their souls it can be an emotionally exhausting experience, not just for the one on camera, but for those on the other side as well.

Next I raced to some marketing meetings and a chance to pitch a new song for an event that potentially could reach a far bigger audience than I have access to.   This hat, sales guy, is one I’ve worn for many years, but after washing it I think it shrunk OR my head’s just gotten too big, so I was a bit uncomfortable wearing it.   But I did my little tap dance and, well, we’ll see how it goes.   I’m just happy and grateful I got to be in the room.

Then I put on my M2B:) performer hat and headed up to Ogden’s Deseret Book store where i set up my sound system and sang my songs and told my stories.  It was a hot day and I was SOOOO grateful the store was cool, and EVER MORE thankful that the Lion House Pantry in that store had chicken salad and those Lion House Rolls.   I’d have driven all the way there just for the deliciousness.   I also got to sing for some great people who made me feel loved and appreciated, and that’s ALWAYS a good thing!!!

Then, my friends at the book store offered me a very berry double crusted pie as a thank you for my coming to their store.  When I got home both my mother and my mother-in-law were in need of some extra TLC after tough days and the pie did the trick.  I was a hero to both my mothers.  After all these years I never knew that the pie-delivery-boy hat was such a crowd pleaser!

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2 Comments

  1. Debbie
    Posted July 24, 2010 at 11:52 pm | Permalink

    WHAT??! You were in Ogden??! Dang.

  2. k
    Posted July 29, 2010 at 7:13 am | Permalink

    I want pie.

    I used to sit on the floor in the living room sorting the papers and duties of my life like I was dealing to a table full of card players. I’d call G in and show him the twelve or fourteen piles of completely separate buzzing concerns and try to explain – each of these piles is a hat, and I have to wear them all. But he never got it.

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