Box

So I sit here with a box of files next to me.  Those files are from the historic organization I am doing voluntary scanning for.  I will be scanning all their documents into searchable PDF files to help them build their resources into something that can be posted on their website.  I am doing this for free.  I say this because I realized that the number of us who volunteer is minimal while the number of those who depend on what we do is immense.  Not that those dependents don't have the time to volunteer a little bit.  They do.  They would just rather spend it watching inane crap on TV, shopping for cheaply made garbage they don't need or doing who-knows-what.  I wish schools could require volunteerism as a part of graduation requirements.  I think the world would be a better place if people knew how to give of themselves instead of just taking.  Don't get me wrong... I love volunteering.  I am just getting a little tired of seeing the same faces putting in the time and getting the message from non-volunteers that we still don't do enough.  I try to talk to the students about the volunteering I do, but I think they see it as another one of my quaint little quirks.  Too bad....

The schedule this week involves:  information meeting for the trip to Italy, a PCEA legislative action meeting 9 hopefully we will get pizza to eat for dinner!), a doctor's appointment, minor surgery for Mr. Vasa, and the yearly meeting for  a group I hope to be volunteering for.  AND the woman running that group wants me to drop by some night before that meeting to see what they are all about.  Phew!  And I still have to get to the Elk's Club to do the weeding.

I was going to do that this morning, but the urns are being changed over to mums by the group I used to volunteer for.  I don't volunteer for them anymore because I realized that our town politicians do not give credit to the ones who work hard and take there credit for Main Street's revitalization all for themselves. I really like the President of the organization and do not want her to see me working for someone else when I know she needed the help this weekend.  I could have helped her change over the urns, but I have some self respect and need to drive a message home to the dopes in my town hall.  I may go over to do the weeding after dinner.

I swear, my fingernails will never be clean with all the gardening I do....

I cannot write too much because I have to get dinner ready and walk downstairs slowly due to Millie sleeping on my lap and my leg being asleep.... but...

I took a real good look at who is in Photo III and it looks like a killer group of photographers.  Very ready for smaller periods 5 & 7.