Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate the birthday of Alan Ladd, born in 1913. He was an actor.
Yesterday our church sponsored a Maryland Food Bank Event, giving away about 8,000 pounds of food.
There's some mystic aura about people, that the instant somebody appears on the scene you instantly know whether they're a poverty-stricken food recipient or a late-showing volunteer. Something about the combination of facial expression and how they're dressed.
And then at the end, there was a bit of trauma collecting our own loaned possessions before somebody else, in the final cleanup frenzy, grabs something that's somebody else's and puts it away where it's not supposed to be.
We brought two sawhorses to hang directional signs on, and a luggage trolley to help lug stuff around, and we were also asked to temporarily host one of somebody else's possessions for overnight.
So, come cleanup time, our stuff was nowhere to be found. Somebody had taken it and put it away. After about half an hour of panic, I finally found where they had stashed it.
And apparently several other volunteers were having the same problems. Everybody trying to be helpful and boggling each other up.
Today nothing's gonna happen until evening, when there's gonna be a church pot luck dinner. The presento afterwards is gonna be about Islam and why Muslims are all screwed up because their make-believe sky-zombie doesn't have three heads like ours does.
Signs of life