Those of you who have been wise enough to visit me here will recognize my favorite thing about my block--the crazy animal control old tyme ambulance. After nine months, I've still never seen who drives it or its companion pick-up. You can't see the warnings about live animals inside, or bumperstickers such as "Kids who hunt don't mug old ladies", but you can see what a magnificent spectacle it is.And sadly, I'm accepting the possibility that I'll have to move soon. My lease renewal is up and I wrote a letter saying I want to renew, but only if they're going to work on solving the flooding problem, which they haven't done since November. You know what, though? Even if I have to move, it feels better to accept that fact and start looking forward again, rather than feeling helpless paralysis, which I seem prone to. I know now that money can be thrown at most of the work.
I said I'd go back to the Food Bank tomorrow. Get me out of the rat race!
I'm listening to my '80s music cable channel. Milli Vanilli rules!
When I first moved to Richmond and knew no one except my college friend Judy, she ran the then-new Central Virginia Foodbank, and so I spent time volunteering there - and it went a long way toward keeping me sane (and not excruciatingly lonely) while Ned worked long long hours and I worked temps. And every Friday the extremely nice landlords of the food bank, who had run a meat packing business there before retiring, made delicious corned beef lunch for us all!
ReplyDeleteI do want a regular volunteer gig somewhere, I just don't care about hunger. And anyway, our task was to find after-school programs to give food to, but this city's awash in free food, everyone's already getting it, so it's not too motivating. And the only thing they gave me was a chocolate lollypop on the first day, which I left for the receptionist on the way out, because, you know, South Beach!
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