Well, Friday the 13th started badly–another terrible allergy attack–but thankfully, it ended well. Things got accomplished today: yard mowed, rooms cleaned, work bench set up at my house and tiling projects finished and light hung at my boyfriend’s place. I even got the stinkin’ Lincoln running–the old Lincoln Continental that has been sitting in my driveway with a dead battery since the winter. My youngest will need that soon after she takes her driver’s test. And tonight was dinner with friends at a great restaurant. Overall, a pretty good day.
June 12
For the past few years, I’ve been a member of the Board of Directors for our county’s CASA (Court Appointed Special Advocates) program. CASA is a national organization that works on behalf of neglected and abused children in our court system. It’s different than social workers in that a CASA is a volunteer who is appointed by the court to speak on behalf of a child. The volunteer becomes the eyes and ears for the court, talking with family members, teachers, and others involved in a child’s life in an effort to find out what is needed for the best interest of the child. Oftentimes, kids can’t speak up for themselves, especially young children. And if a social worker or other agency is also working on a case, he or she may be working on behalf of the family; whereas, a CASA is working solely with the appointed child. Being a CASA volunteer is a weighty commitment and an important one. Sometimes a CASA volunteer is the one constant person in the child’s life, and cases where a CASA is appointed can last an average of a couple of years. I wish we lived in a world where we didn’t need this organization, but it’s a sad fact that child abuse and neglect is more prevalent than most of us want to think about.
When I first heard of CASA, I considered being a volunteer myself; however, I knew I would have difficulty staying impartial and not getting personally involved. A volunteer is prohibited from doing things like buying gifts for the children or giving them rides to places or anything that is outside of the realm of court duties. I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay unattached or unaffected. So instead I asked in what other ways I could be involved and was invited to sit on the Board since there are many committees and fundraising events that the Board is responsible for. So for the last few years, I’ve been involved that way. However, in the past several months it’s become more difficult for me to attend meetings and events. I don’t like feeling ineffective and I had begun to feel like I was. For that reason, I decided this week I needed to step off the Board and simply volunteer my time in more limited ways. Tonight was a planning meeting I missed, and I feel a bit guilty, to be honest. After all, it’s a cause I still believe a great deal in and I love the people I worked with. But I know it’s not fair to sit on a Board and not contribute in the ways I said I would. I also know that come Fall, when I begin my grad school classes and take on extra duties at work (I’m going to be the coach for the college’s speech team) I’m going to have even less time. It’s better that my spot open up for someone else to have the opportunity to contribute. So although I won’t be serving on the Board, I’m still very thankful tonight for the time I did.
June 11
I got my garage half cleaned and organized, which is something I’ve been wanting to do for weeks now. I put up shelves and a bike rack. I even bought a really cool workbench with a light and built-in electrical sockets, although it won’t be delivered until Friday. That gives me another day to finish up the rearranging and cleaning. I’m so excited to get all my tools organized and the floor swept clean. Ever since I started painting my house, the garage has gotten to be a dumping ground, to the point where I haven’t been parking in it, so I’m thankful I got so much done tonight.
June 10
Today, once again, I’m thankful for words and inspiration from unusual places.
sometimes
love comes
imperceptibly
moving so slowly
we think its
not there
when all along
it was poised
like well-hung wood
pieces broken
and dangling
from branches
overhead
caught mid-fall
and waiting
for just the right
gentle blow
to send it
tumbling
down
June 9
It’s been one of those days where I’m exhausted at the end, even though I haven’t done anything to warrant it. I’ve decided it’s become my general “adult” state of life. Disappointing, to say the least. However, in the midst of a basic day, I’m still thankful for some things:
Summer classes started, so students are back on campus. It’s rather nice to have commotion at work again.
I had lunch with my youngest, who was home doing chores now that’s she’s out of school for the summer.
The Subway on campus had my favorite soup, so I bought some for tomorrow’s lunch.
My kids’ step-mom gave me a peony plant and rhubarb, two things I love, when I dropped my daughter off tonight.
I had a great burger with my boyfriend and his mom at Red Robin, yummm.
My cat adores me.
June 8
My whole body hurts from spending the day helping my boyfriend and his mom lay a tile floor at his house. I guess there’s nothing like a lot of physical labor to remind you how out of shape you are. I definitely need to get back into my exercise routine. But the floor is going to be great, and it was nice getting to know his mom a little in the process since she lives out of state and I hadn’t met her before. I think there’s something revealing about a person’s personality during house projects. For instance, my mom told me when I was at her place last week that her dogs got nervous and left the room when I was hanging her ceiling fan. Not because of me, but because they were used to my dad doing projects, and he was not a patient man when things didn’t go well. There would be a lot of swearing involved. I also had an ex who would throw things, usually at me, when projects went awry. That was not fun. But today, although there were some mishaps and frustrations, the three of us worked pretty well together. It was actually rather fun. I was grateful I was able to help, and now I’m excited to see the final outcome.
June 7
Today was the Bow Tie Run/March for men’s cancer awareness. A friend of mine asked me several months ago if it was something I could help out with, so I joined the planning committee. I’m thankful I did. Not only did I learn quite a bit about the amount of work that goes into organizing such an event, but I also realized how well my friend does it. Although we’ve known each other since the 5th grade, and stayed in contact over the years, we don’t get together a lot. It’s fun to see someone outside of the normal way you think of them. I sometimes think of my friend as that grade school girl I knew, so it was refreshing to get to see her at work. I was impressed with how adept she was at putting so many people and pieces together for the event today. And it was a great success. We had hundreds of people participate, and it’s only in its fourth year. Our local Home Depot hosts the event each year, and many other businesses sponsor it. This year Sean Considine from the Baltimore Ravens was the Honorary Chair, and he was so gracious in giving his time to this cause. Not only did he attend all the pre-run events and interviews, but he also ran the race himself and let anyone who asked try on his Superbowl ring. (Those rings are ridiculously huge, by the way.) It was rewarding to be there today and to see so many people come together locally to raise funds for a fantastic local organization, Healing Pathways, which provides services to cancer patients and survivors. Having just lost my father to cancer in April, this event held extra importance to me. I’m thankful I was there and even more thankful for my own friends who came out to support it as well.
June 6
I was going through some of my old papers and found this poem I wrote years ago after reading Nathaniel Hawthorne’s short story, Rappaccini’s Daughter. Hawthorne was a favorite author of mine when I was studying English in college. I forgot how much I enjoyed reading short stories and being inspired to write myself back when I was in school. It makes me look forward to grad school even more.
The roses you sent me have withered;
they now hang weeping over the edge
of the vase, the velvet petals
drop like blood onto the table
onto the floor…
I loved them.
Will you send me more–don’t
bring them yourself,
for I long for your touch,
something more than a glimpse,
and I would have you die in my arms
with only a kiss. I am cursed
and our moments together would be
fleeting.
Love me, but don’t
get too close,
for I am tainted by my endowment:
my whole nature is poison,
and the only antidote
is death.
June 5
I’m back home from my mom’s and looking forward to sleeping in my bed, without the train whistles rumbling the windows during the night. I forgot how close her house is to the train tracks. I know it’s easy to eventually get used to anything, but a couple of nights is not long enough to get used to trains passing by every few hours. I’m tired. I’m glad we got done as much as we did, though. My mom was very happy with what we accomplished and I’m glad I was able to help her out. I’m only disappointed that I wasn’t able to get her new kitchen faucet installed; that will be next visit. Mom also let me go through dad’s tools and take whatever I could use since she was planning to get rid of things over the summer. I took several items, including the table saw and miter saw, two things I’d been wanting to get anyway. She also gave me the soldering torch that was my grandfather’s. It’s still in the old painted wooden box with his initials carved in it. I love the history of items like that. I’m thankful to have it and the other tools, not just because I can actually use them, but because I remember watching my dad use them, and that’s pretty cool. Now once I’m done painting my house, I’ll be looking for a few new projects…
June 4
It was another beautiful day. My mom and I got more items crossed off her to-do list. And later in the day, we went golfing, my first time this summer. I was terrible. But it was fun and It allowed me to spend time with my sister and niece as well. I’m thankful for that.