One of my favorite places to monitor shop on Etsy, is High Priestess of Chaos. She's from Maine, and speaks my language. She's a sick and twisted sista. And, doggone it, I like twisted people! Go visit and see her wares if you'd like.
Got a chuckle last night. Jim called to say that he was pulling a load of 44,000 pounds of Milk Bone dog biscuits. Isn't that a hoot? Bet dogs had their noses up all along the Indiana/Illinois toll road! They are faves of our two piglets...I mean corgis.
Josh and I are working at the fellowship of churches soup supper Tuesday night. Only they won't be serving soup that night. It's going to be a full-fledged turkey extravaganza. Will roast a twenty one pounder, fresh turkey this weekend, to deliver deboned, for the dinner. Our church had a freezer full of donated birds to prepare for the dinner. We'll go help serve and clean up. Should be a fun way to contribute to our little community.
Today, a 68 year old fella, came to the library to work on his resume' and send it to job prospects he found on craigslist. He said that he still owes 80,000 on his home, and at 68, he's trying to figure out the workings of a computer. He needed a LOT of help. Times are really bad. We're living in situations that at 40, we never dreamed we'd be in. All we can do I guess, is to be thankful, and pray a lot, and try to help each other through this rotten time.
Sure hope that we'll come out of it. More households have been touched by this down turn than we realize. What do you think? Will 2011 be our bouncing back year, or another year of depressed finances and futures? Does anyone have full time work with benefits any more? Not in our neck of the woods. Very slim pickings and at minimum wages.
Still...we have more than other countries.
Still, the majority of us have family and friends to brighten our days.
We need to reach out, and touch some lives if we are living in blessings.
Spread it all around.
I'm not talking money, guess I'm talking time, kindness, maybe a bag of food, a ride to the store. Making ourselves slow down enough to notice if someone is having a bad day, or is experiencing pain of some kind. Two minutes to stop and speak and pat an arm.
Actions truly do speak louder than words. Let's all give it a whirl. I double dog dare ya!