Oh Moses of the blogosphere lead us onward.
Thank you Lorianne for your service to this scrappy tribe of refugees. I can only guess how much effort this site has required to establish and maintain. My skill set barely includes posting, and after OpenS, I have only posted here regular recently.
After Lion’s pancake service this morning I had to nap. I was not as on as I could have been, despite having a light day yesterday. Service is an art form, yes, but not every work is a masterpiece. So it goes.
We have a regular team doing service, all volunteers. I’m doing less than 100 hours a year for the Lion’s, and I’m ok with that. I wonder how our world would look if everyone gave just 100 skilled hours of volunteer service each year.
I don’t do the math. I just wonder, volunteer, wait and see. Two crows were on the highway at dawn eating a dead thing. I had to swerve at 70mph to avoid them, as they jumped to either side of me, one nearly skimmed my windshield, I was on the shoulder.
The drizzle on the beachfront bought in a lot more coffee drinkers than usual. More than half our customers are regulars who I recognize. More than half of our customers are senior citizens. Not half of our staff are seniors; we have a mixed crew. I’m not the oldest.
The menu is fixed and the service is fast. I’m sending them from the bar with beverages as their orders are being carried from the kitchen by our high school volunteers.
Where to now? Nowhere. I’m beat.