So I cannot participate in my Historic Preservation Commission anymore because the mayor does not like little ladies who ask questions they should not ask, like why the codes are selectively enforced, why people are not doing what they are paid to do, and so on. Apparently, in my town, you can only ask the hard questions and demand more of your elected officials if you are a man...
So...
I have found another way to channel my desire to volunteer, preserve spaces, and fuel my love of history and historic places. I recently joined the Association for Gravestone Studies and hope to get into a Drew University workshop on grave site preservation. I also found that if I join a Morris County preservation group, they need people to volunteer services and scanning items and documents is one of the needs! Perfect! I think one problem I have is that when someone tries to knock me down, I am so stubborn, I refuse to be deterred.
The vicious oozing blisters and rashes I ended up with after doing some clean up in a park have nearly gone away, but the scars will most likely remain. A reminder of my foolish refusal to wear pants and long sleeves or a way to remember the fun I had while cleaning up a forgotten stretch of parkland? I opt for the latter...
I am proud of the fact that I was able to take care of the situation without going to the doctor or getting an expensive prescription. I used a cream I had bought in England and some natural remedies around the house. Hopefully, by the next time this happens, the herb I am growing for this will have grown enough to use it as a poultice. It just takes so darned long to get a doctor's appointment and I just don't like the idea of putting many chemicals in me... yet another reason I never did drugs... sigh....
Off to the garden...
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