So I used to work for this huge, big, monolithic cable company that held a competition for homeless donations.
The rules were simple:
The workgroup (we had 14+2 Sup’s) that came up with the most donations, pound for pound for this homeless shelter won a pizza lunch. Of immediate need were trail mix (it was cold, and they wanted something to give to homeless folks that they couldn’t let into the overcrowded shelters.) Every pound of this trail mix or ingredients for trail mix gave folks 2 pounds for every one one donated in the scoring tally.
I did the next worst thing: I lived through it vicariously.
Some days it seems like everyone around me has had massive health issues. The last three weeks have been hell, frankly. My wife has had multiple heart attacks, dozens of angina attacks, and a ventrical fibrulation. One of my closest friends, a gal named K, had her mother pass away a few days ago after a lung aneurism. And then yesterday.
So today the kids and I went to a Mother's Day shindig at my future Brother-In-Laws (BIL).
Burgers and hotdogs and potato salad. That kinda thing. It was very very nice. My family is very supportive, and the kids got to play with their cousins and (future cousin).
