In an effort to rekindle my social life and get my house good and clean, I’m hosting a brunch tomorrow morning. It should be awesome – a batch of excellent people, plenty of good food and a boat load of champagne. Unfortunately, I did not consider how much dusting I need to do to get this house in ship shape for my friends. I know what I’m doing this evening, how about you?
Last night, I had the privilege of attending the “Volunteer Appreciation Dinner” (which I called a Gala, because I enjoy excessive formality) at the Aquinas Literacy Center. I felt like a bit of a poser since I’ve only volunteered there for a month. In fact, right before we left, it dawned on me that maybe I would prefer to skip it. After the week I’ve had, the idea of putting on a nice outfit and mingling with a room full of people seemed almost too difficult to bear.
I’m so glad I went.
I spent the evening hanging out with a swell batch of Adrian Dominican Sisters, eating delicious food and hearing stories from volunteers who have been with the center for almost two decades. It was awesome.
To continue off of the previous “Quick Take,” (Is that allowed? Can I do that?) the best part of the night was the student presentations. Three students took the stage to speak in front of 100+ people in their second language. The speeches were great and so heartwarming. I say “heartwarming” not in that squicky, condescending way – even though I know how it reads – but in a genuine way. If you have any time at all, find somewhere to volunteer. It will make you happy even when the rest of your life isn’t making you so happy.
This is one of those “not actually a secret” secrets: our house was robbed a few weekends back. I fully intend to write a post about what I’ve learned from this experience as soon as I learn something from this experience. Right now, I’m still too angry, overwhelmed and bogged down with paperwork to process everything.
Holy Week is almost here! What does one wear to lector for Good Friday services?
I just found “Let’s Be Done” by Jenny Uebbing, who blogs over at Mama Needs Coffee. I know, I know, I’m late to the party, but if you haven’t read it yet, you totally should. It definitely does a great job of highlighting what contraceptive culture does to your psyche.
I find myself slowly, but surely, slipping off into the “Start-Up Time Zone.” If you don’t work with start-ups, you probably didn’t even know that they had their own time zone. They do. Early mornings, late nights, start-up time takes its toll on a person. It might be time for me to have a long hard thinking session about how to move back into the Central Time Zone.
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