Cake

Our office volunteered to do some community service project. Not really my cup o’ tea, but whatever. I’ll do my part. What we had to do required us to work in one hour shifts from eight in the morning until sometime in the afternoon. By the time the signup sheet was posted for volunteering, all the good shifts were taken. So out of the goodness of my greedy, selfish heart, I chose the first shift. I claimed it was because I was going to be up anyway, and it would give everyone else a chance to sleep in.

So I got up early and headed over to the work site, and there was no one around. So I found an old patio chair and I waited. I walked around and looked for the volunteer coordinator or other volunteers and there was no one around. So I enjoyed the quiet morning and enjoyed the morning air. And about 40 minutes later the volunteer coordinator showed up and asked what I was doing. I told him that I was counting rock piles. There were 18 gravel piles when I got there at eight, and I was going to make sure there were 18 when I left. He looked at me like I was crazy - then he laughed. The other folks hadn’t arrived yet, and though I was on time, nothing else was on time. So I was relieved and he let me go ten minutes early.

When the folks throughout the day found out what had happened, they didn’t find it quite so funny. They tried to say that MY hour didn’t count. I threw the b.s. flag and said that since I fulfilled my end of the deal it counted. I was the one who had to get up early while they slept in. In the grand scheme of things, I really could not have cared less.

So I went back to my room and finished reading some Grisham novel that’s taken me about a week to read. It’s a good read, but after reading drafts all day and staring at computers, a book will put me to sleep faster than anything.
Yesterday Ashley and her friend Morgan ran stairs for PT, so I had decided to do that today. Our apartments have eight flights of stairs from top to bottom. And each flight has ten steps. And I ended running up and down fifteen times. Well, to be totally honest, I only ran up three times. I walked up the other twelve times. And I walked deliberately, not fast, not skipping any steps, and walking down slowly also. I think I’m going to pay for that tomorrow.

Sometime this afternoon the gym opened back up! Yay! That means that we have AC and power in there now.

Chris, our director, is leaving tomorrow. I somehow got volunteered to be the cake and punch guy for the going away party. Now normally, I’d go to the store, order a cake and icecream and something to drink. And then ask for donations. But it’s not like there’s a super Walmart anywhere around here. This past week I had to go here, go there, fill this out, fill that out, get a number for this and that, check with the company to make sure we’re within budget. Gaaah!

But when I picked up the cake today it was awesome. And way too big. And instead of punch, we ended up getting a couple mixed cases of soda and beer. Earlier in the day, the deputy director was pinging very bad. He was grilling me about the cake and all that stuff, and I told him it was all under control. And as it turns out, he ate two big pieces of the cake. Quite a big hit.

Spencer leaves tomorrow for his conference. It’ll be quiet without him. I think we’ll get more done with him gone.

And this evening I checked out the gym. It was quite nice with lights that work now.
And on my countdown calendar, today is my 100 day. I only have 100 days left. Been here about 91 so far. But who’s counting?