I just finished gathering supplies for Marksville, Louisiana. Their Hurricane Relief Coordinator has requested assistance from Operation Ryan's Hope. Apparently Marksville doesn't expect to see the Red Cross for quite some time. So, a truck will be leaving California Friday loaded with essentials. The kids' school is helping to collect donations. As I picked through our closets and pantry, I was reminded just how blessed we are. I had no trouble coming up with nearly new clothing, bedding, unused toiletries, and slew of children's books. In less than an hour, I had filled boxes, suitcases and bags with enough clothing and supplies for at least a family or two. It makes you realize how little you need of what you have. And, it's not like I don't make regular donations of our clothing and household items. I probably do so 2-3 times/month. Still, there's plenty more to give.
Today we hoofed it around The Mall. Again. I am 1 part too excited about the weather to go underground to take the Metro and 2 parts too phobic to ride the Metro as the Grown Up In Charge. The last time I was in DC, I was a whopping 17 years old and being led around by the Close Up Foundation . The biggest responsibility I had was deciding what color I wanted them to make my hair at Commander Salamander . So, we walked. And, truly we're just a few block from the Capitol. However, if you've been to DC, you know that the Capitol and, say, the Washington Monument are a smidgen apart from one another...like a mile-long smidgen. And, if you know me then you know that I am the world's number one couch potato. In fact, there are many times I don't even go all the way to the couch as it's just too far from my oh-so-comfy bed. God bless Tempur - pedic . There's a point in here. I swear. I'll get to it eventually. First, I must also explain that we had plans to meet...
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