I know what you’re thinking: “Man, that last post was sooooo lame!”
Never fear, my dear, I am here to elaborate on the stuff and things I’ve been doing.
Good news, folks! We’re finally living in the new volunteer house! Hurray! Although, it must be admitted, everything isn’t perfect yet. For example, we have no internet or phone in the house yet. I had to walk through the rain to get to our internet cafe this morning (yup, that would be the trailer). We don’t have a dining room table yet, so we’re sitting on folding chairs at a folding table. We don’t have any bedroom furniture except the bed. (Yes, this means that I have finally said good-bye to Creaky Bed. My new bed is much better). The screen door to the porch doesn’t latch so the door swings open and closed in the wind a lot. One of the local dogs (his name is PJ, and he’s a pretty nice doggy) figured out that he could open the door, so he let himself onto the porch. However, he also discovered that he could not get back out once he got in, which made him a sad doggy.
I got to celebrate my birthday in the new house. My lovely housemates made me some yummy hamburgers and a delicious chocolate cake. They also gave me a nice walking stick for a present. I will use it to beat on any bears that I may happen to meet while hiking. They also subjected themselves to the uncomfortableness of wearing a pointed, elastic-banded, party hat. And all for little ole me.
Things have been going well at work. The fourth graders are a lot of fun. I really enjoy going to the elementary school. Family fun night was yesterday. We had some college students from Notre Dame come to help housing last week and on one of the days they were here they were rained out, so they decorated our haunted house (room) for us. It turned out pretty good and I think the SPARK kids had a lot of fun scaring people last night. I didn’t get a chance to walk through the haunted house because I was helping out with the games. The kids who were trick-or-treating or playing the games received an abundance of Mike and Ikes. We got two or three big boxes full of them for free from Op Sharing. We gave out a lot of them…but we still have a ton. Unfortunately, I do not like Mike and Ikes so I can not be helpful in the task of depleting our Mike and Ikes stock.
Speaking of Op Sharing (long form: Operation Sharing), I don’t think I’ve explained what that is yet. Op Sharing is a place where a lot of stores donate stuff (yup, I used the word stuff) they can’t sell. For example: things (yup, I used the word things) that people brought back, or damaged goods, out-of-date stuff, etc. All of that stuff is then used by CAP to help participants in their programs or their volunteers. My housemate Olga and I went for my first big trip to Op Sharing last week. There are huge boxes just full of stuff. The most common items were toothpaste and hair spray. We basically spent our morning digging through big boxes looking for things that we could use at the house or at the preschool or in SPARK.
Unfortunatly, while I was there I cut my finger and started to bleed profusely. I was getting blood all over all of the free Op Sharing items and I didn’t know what to do.
“Olga!” I shouted. “What should I do? I don’t know what to do!”
“Here,” she said. She handed me a wad of free Op Sharing Bounty napkins.
I used them to sop up my gaping wound, but they still weren’t enough. “Where are all of the free huge-o Op Sharing bandages when you need them?!” I cried. “I’m starting to feel faint!”
Olga handed me more napkins.
And finally, I stopped bleeding.
My life was saved by Olga and Bounty napkins. And I am eternally grateful to both of them.
(What did you say? Something smells? Are you suggesting that my Op Sharing cut finger story is b.s.? Well, it might be. The actual story might be that I scraped my finger on the wall and when it started bleeding I held one napkin to my finger to keep it from getting blood on any of the stuff in the boxes. But that story is boring and not worthy of being shared in a blog. So I’m sticking with my other story. Take that, doubters.)