Sanctuary

Sanctuary
Where the Wandering Mind Used to Rest

Friday, November 11, 2011

Bastrop Wildfire Relief Initiative

Well, my very first relief initiative has come off without any real hitches.  We left on-time, (within 10 min) arrived on-time, delivered the donations of approximately 25 people, and then worked from 1100-1645 to get the rubble of a burned high-school cleared to the side of the road for the county to clean up.
Evidently, for every volunteer that shows up to help, the county gets paid by FEMA to clear the rubble.  Once the volunteers dry up, the county will no longer be able to help clear the properties, and that will be that.  I know that there is a lot more work to be done, and not nearly enough people to do it, so I pray that God will intervene for these people and make a way forward for them in the coming months that will help them to reclaim their lands and homes.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Ah Morning PT

0400 comes far too early.  I've resolved to turnover the aquatics program, and have set about finding a suitable replacement.  Not sure how well that will actually work out, since the candidates have little or nothing to do with the type of workouts that I will want them doing.  I've a feeling their motivations are much more self-serving than I'd like, but what can I do really?  I would have trusted Tasha, or Martha to do it, but they are no longer available.  Patty could be trusted to take over, but she is not qualified to do so, and that leaves me with the new cadre of non-believers who have only just begun to be indoctrinated.  What to do, what to do...

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Begin the RV diaries...

So I am now completely, (or so it would almost seem) moved into my trailer, and it's only been two weeks but I've already moved it once!  I started out down in Von Ormy, on the river, but my original thought had been to live in Castroville.  Cut to several days later, and here I am in Castroville, parked, prepped, and pretty much stationary.  I love it here, and the park is right next-door.  Local food and people are great, life is good, (I've even been warm enough) and I managed to get myself invited to the world's biggest beat down session in New Jersey, (aside from Coronado of course, but this is individual beat down, and unsupported.)  We shall see!  If it doesn't kill me, I'll probably go back for seconds.  How stupid am I?