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quidditchgrrlAh, Sunday. No doubt my last truly stress-free Sunday, since the library is open for four hours each Sunday and easily does twelve hours' worth of business. I'll work every third, but I'm always going to be called if something goes wrong.
I can handle that.
Went to see Bend It Like Beckham today with my sister. It was as wonderful as has been reported. I loved the fact that Jess really did feel the pull of both cultures, and that her parents' feelings were not completely discounted at any point in the action. Definitely something I'll buy on DVD.
I won't even talk about the Buckeyes. I am developing ulcers from these games.
Yesterday my girls and I went to cook and serve food for a local shelter. The girls love to do this, and they get a lot of satisfaction from hearing the men (we serve at a men's shelter) say thanks and really appreciate the food. This time we were joined by kids from a church youth group (Rainbow is a 'religious' organization, in that you have to believe in a supreme being, just not a specific one).
I come in, and who is cooking? My girls. The other kids are watching the game, screaming and yelling and ignoring the instructions of the person in charge.
Their group leader made sure that all the men knew that some of her kids had skipped the OSU game when they had tickets, to 'come and make sure you guys could have a meal today.' All in the most supercilious tone imaginable, she's conversing with these men.
We were all working at not rolling our eyes at her; I kept busy talking to the guys and our girls were generally saying 'hi' and 'you're welcome' and 'thanks.' I think I'm like my father in that I never think about a person's 'worth' when talking to them - people are people, whether they're living in a shelter or on Park Avenue, although they'd never admit it - and I'm so glad my girls have taken mine and C.'s (the woman in charge) lead in engaging in casual conversation with everyone.
There was a little boy there, around 8 years old, the first one I'd met since I began coming down almost two years ago. That was v. v. sad; he only took one sandwich, but came up later for a second. Poor little guy, he was v. intimidated by the shelter and all the men and by us. At least his dad was there with him.
I can't imagine how it must feel to have to listen to people talk down to you just to get a meal everyday. I was truly embarrassed to have to be with this other group of kids and their adult chaperone. Gah, this is why I don't care to have any sort of religious beliefs - it just gives one a way to claim superiority over another, it seems. They were all talking about how 'this is what Jesus did all the time, and you're being like Jesus, and blah-diddly-blah-blah.' I wondered if Jesus kept score like these folks. Grr. Our group just sort of ignored that, and one or two girls looked distinctly uncomfortable with that sentiment. I think they've had enough experience with this activity to understand that the point isn't scoring points with God/Jesus/whoever, but the people you are helping out.
I can handle that.
Went to see Bend It Like Beckham today with my sister. It was as wonderful as has been reported. I loved the fact that Jess really did feel the pull of both cultures, and that her parents' feelings were not completely discounted at any point in the action. Definitely something I'll buy on DVD.
I won't even talk about the Buckeyes. I am developing ulcers from these games.
Yesterday my girls and I went to cook and serve food for a local shelter. The girls love to do this, and they get a lot of satisfaction from hearing the men (we serve at a men's shelter) say thanks and really appreciate the food. This time we were joined by kids from a church youth group (Rainbow is a 'religious' organization, in that you have to believe in a supreme being, just not a specific one).
I come in, and who is cooking? My girls. The other kids are watching the game, screaming and yelling and ignoring the instructions of the person in charge.
Their group leader made sure that all the men knew that some of her kids had skipped the OSU game when they had tickets, to 'come and make sure you guys could have a meal today.' All in the most supercilious tone imaginable, she's conversing with these men.
We were all working at not rolling our eyes at her; I kept busy talking to the guys and our girls were generally saying 'hi' and 'you're welcome' and 'thanks.' I think I'm like my father in that I never think about a person's 'worth' when talking to them - people are people, whether they're living in a shelter or on Park Avenue, although they'd never admit it - and I'm so glad my girls have taken mine and C.'s (the woman in charge) lead in engaging in casual conversation with everyone.
There was a little boy there, around 8 years old, the first one I'd met since I began coming down almost two years ago. That was v. v. sad; he only took one sandwich, but came up later for a second. Poor little guy, he was v. intimidated by the shelter and all the men and by us. At least his dad was there with him.
I can't imagine how it must feel to have to listen to people talk down to you just to get a meal everyday. I was truly embarrassed to have to be with this other group of kids and their adult chaperone. Gah, this is why I don't care to have any sort of religious beliefs - it just gives one a way to claim superiority over another, it seems. They were all talking about how 'this is what Jesus did all the time, and you're being like Jesus, and blah-diddly-blah-blah.' I wondered if Jesus kept score like these folks. Grr. Our group just sort of ignored that, and one or two girls looked distinctly uncomfortable with that sentiment. I think they've had enough experience with this activity to understand that the point isn't scoring points with God/Jesus/whoever, but the people you are helping out.
