Here we go...
1. An abundance of choices. I like books. I like lists. I have a ginormous list of books that I would like to read. I have marked up the list to identify books that I currently own, both electronic and physical, and books that I can get electronically from the library. There are a whole bunch of books that don't fit into either category, but I'm always looking. The problem I have is that when it comes time to start a new book, I have a hard time choosing. Sometimes I will number the books and have MT or T pick a number in the range and that's how I read the book they "choose". Sometimes I will be in a specific mood for a certain type of book - earlier this week I found myself in dire need of a simple chick-lit story. I hadn't read one of those for awhile. When I got home from work I was looking at the ebooks I have and trying to pick one. I couldn't do it. So I took a nap. I'm really tired.
BECAUSE...
2. Volunteering. I got a new volunteer assignment at Red Butte Garden! I am officially a concert volunteer! You have to put in some time at the garden to become a concert volunteer. Usually you have to have three years of service before you can even be considered. This is my third year, but I reached out to the volunteer coordinator, Lauren, and asked if I could have some concert duty. I had to fill out an application and have an interview with Lauren, but I made the cut. Last night was my first show. My assignment was not sexy: I was on the clean-up crew which means that after the show I put on some rubber gloves and grabbed a big heavy-duty garbage sack and walked through the amphitheater picking up garbage that people left behind. I can tell you that the people who sit in the donor/sponsor pavilion don't much bother with throwing away their garbage and cleaning up after themselves.
The cool thing is that I got to see the whole concert and I only had to work for 20 to 30 minutes. There were four or five of us picking up trash, so it went pretty fast. Even though I only worked for, let's say, 18 minutes, I get credit for volunteer the whole time I was there, which was about three hours! WIN! I'm tired, though, because I didn't get home until around 11:45.
Last night's show was Michael Franti. I know only one song of his ("Say Hey"), but one of the ladies I volunteer with told me that his shows are fun and he is a cool guy. She was right. The show was fun and he does seem cool. I loved that he went out into the crowd to sing. He's all about peace and love and being kind. There was such a nice vibe to the crowd. Lots of little kids, people dancing, waving their arms in the air and singing along. Joyful! Here are a couple of pics:
 |
| I'm at the back of the venue shortly after Michael Franti came on |
 |
| Now I'm on the west side of the stage. You can see everyone is standing up and moving around |
 |
| Michael is the "tall" guy with the red guitar strap on his shoulder. He's out in the crowd |
(The third item is completely unrelated to the first two items. I just have to tell the story and share the photo.)
3. The Shrine. Last week as I was driving to work, I spotted a dead raccoon on the side of the road. I thought, "Oh wow. A dead raccoon." The next day, the raccoon had a silver, star-shaped Mylar balloon tied to one of his stiff little legs. I thought, "Oh wow. That's f'd up. I hope the person who tied that balloon on the leg was wearing gloves." On Monday, I noticed a little shrine on the side of the road. There was a small cross and some flowers. I thought, "Oh wow. It's sad that someone died there." This morning as I drove by the shrine, I noticed a photo on the cross. As I looked a little closer at the photo, I saw that it was a photo of a raccoon. I burst out laughing and pulled over because, well, I cracked me up and became blog fodder.
RIP little raccoon. And thank you, Salt Lake person(s), for bringing a little humor into my commute.
~~~~~~
PS...I still haven't picked out a book, but I have finished a few. Check out the 2018 Reading List page to see what I've been reading. :)
No comments:
Post a Comment