Mr. And Mrs. Our Glorious Leader helped me get to and from work today, for which I am very grateful. It rained yesterday, the rain turned to ice overnight, and then about an inch of snow fell on top of that this morning. Yeah. Our Daily Bread closed up shop at about 1 pm yesterday. I went on traffic.com at 4:30 yesterday afternoon, which is when I'm usually heading home, to see what the conditions were like. "Road hazard: downed power lines blocking all lanes," it said for the route I would have taken.
Things I enjoyed about today:
--Being greeted with a cheerful "Happy Valentine's day!" as I walked in to work this morning
--The little noise of glee made by the Coffee Lady when she saw the amount of her paycheck--she had come in to work a special event we had on Saturday, so she got paid extra
--How pretty all the ice-encased trees looked
Now then--about those dentists. A preacherman came in the other day and we got talking about what he sees as the top issues for the homeless/poverty-stricken in our area. He says one of the biggest problems is dental care--our people can't afford to go to the dentist, and there are no programs in place that he knew of that could help.
We've got a podiatrist that comes in to help people with foot issues--this man is a real saint, he goes to places all over and does this for free. Maybe that's what it would take--some dentist to decide to make assisting the homeless part of his mission. So, if there are any dentists reading this--here's a chance to do something great. This isn't just a Cincinnati issue, this type of help is needed all over.
Someone sent us this article recently. The article includes this quote: “Feeding the homeless only encourages more homelessness." I'm not even gonna begin to tell you what I think about that, because anyone using foul language will be asked to leave.
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Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
Snow Day
I don't remember "clearing the snow off someone else's car" being on any list of corporal works of mercy, but it sure should be. Thanks again, Steve.
We got a lot of snow yesterday. It started falling thick and fast around one in the afternoon, at which point Mary Beth told us office denizens to go home. That's exactly how she said it, too: "Go home." Up until then I'd been engaged in what one of my old bosses at P&G calls a "project of guaranteed success." I was making copies for a mailing that'll be going out. It was a project of guaranteed success because the goal was to take one piece of paper and turn it into 3276 pieces of paper. You can really feel like you've accomplished something when you're surrounded by boxes and boxes of paper at the end of the day.
Even though I got to go home early, Our Daily Bread stayed open late again. Another soup kitchen opens its doors today at 4:30, so at least our folks will have some place to go.
When I got home yesterday afternoon I took a nap and then worked on the project whose success is not guaranteed--a paper for my Christology class. I have used every possible means of avoiding work on this paper, including writing a paper for my Church History class. But that happy period of procrastination could not last forever. Luckily existentialist mentor* gave me some information for the paper that I think will prove useful.
I didn't go in to work right away because traffic.com showed a "Jam Factor" of 8.2 or above (on a scale of 0 to 10) on any roads I could take. I waited until the Jam Factor was down around 7 and then ventured out. Driving would have been much easier had my windshield wipers worked properly. But I made it.
*Footnote: I was assigned a mentor for the program I'm in at school. At our first meeting we talked about our backgrounds, and she mentioned she majored in philosophy during the sixties. I asked her what her specialty was, and she answered casually, "Existentialism." She's not actually an existentialist. I just call her my existentialist mentor because it's fun to say, and one should never let the truth get in the way of a good story.
We got a lot of snow yesterday. It started falling thick and fast around one in the afternoon, at which point Mary Beth told us office denizens to go home. That's exactly how she said it, too: "Go home." Up until then I'd been engaged in what one of my old bosses at P&G calls a "project of guaranteed success." I was making copies for a mailing that'll be going out. It was a project of guaranteed success because the goal was to take one piece of paper and turn it into 3276 pieces of paper. You can really feel like you've accomplished something when you're surrounded by boxes and boxes of paper at the end of the day.
Even though I got to go home early, Our Daily Bread stayed open late again. Another soup kitchen opens its doors today at 4:30, so at least our folks will have some place to go.
When I got home yesterday afternoon I took a nap and then worked on the project whose success is not guaranteed--a paper for my Christology class. I have used every possible means of avoiding work on this paper, including writing a paper for my Church History class. But that happy period of procrastination could not last forever. Luckily existentialist mentor* gave me some information for the paper that I think will prove useful.
I didn't go in to work right away because traffic.com showed a "Jam Factor" of 8.2 or above (on a scale of 0 to 10) on any roads I could take. I waited until the Jam Factor was down around 7 and then ventured out. Driving would have been much easier had my windshield wipers worked properly. But I made it.
*Footnote: I was assigned a mentor for the program I'm in at school. At our first meeting we talked about our backgrounds, and she mentioned she majored in philosophy during the sixties. I asked her what her specialty was, and she answered casually, "Existentialism." She's not actually an existentialist. I just call her my existentialist mentor because it's fun to say, and one should never let the truth get in the way of a good story.
Monday, February 5, 2007
Hot Cocoa
It's freakishly cold in Cincinnati. I went to an ice-skating party yesterday at Fountain Square, but only stayed for a half-hour or so (maybe ten minutes of actual skating) because I lost feeling in my toes. The best part was that you could skate to one side of the rink and then just stand there; the wind would push you across without your having to exert any effort.
There was a five-gallon Igloo container full of hot cocoa there. By strange coincidence there is a five-gallon Igloo container full of hot cocoa today at Our Daily Bread. We made an executive decision to stay open later in the afternoon because, well, it's freakishly cold. So we put out the cocoa (I'm sipping a cup for quality control purposes; very high cocoa-to-hot water ratio) and put on a movie (The Mask of Zorro).
A woman asked me today if I would be her mother. I turned her down.
There was a five-gallon Igloo container full of hot cocoa there. By strange coincidence there is a five-gallon Igloo container full of hot cocoa today at Our Daily Bread. We made an executive decision to stay open later in the afternoon because, well, it's freakishly cold. So we put out the cocoa (I'm sipping a cup for quality control purposes; very high cocoa-to-hot water ratio) and put on a movie (The Mask of Zorro).
A woman asked me today if I would be her mother. I turned her down.
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