I’m just sayin’

So I’m on my way to the warehouse this morning, on I-65, and the digital sign over the interstate says this: Air Quality Alert/Consider Carpooling. Really? Everyone who is reading that sign is already in their car. Probably alone. How are we supposed to carpool? Isn’t there a better way to inform the citizenry of…

Tale of two Targets

I am not embarrassed to report that the Chicks will shop for the best deal we can get for the big School Supply Giveaway. Sometimes it’s our liquidation wholesaler, sometimes it’s an Internet deal and sometimes it’s a big box retailer. Well, of course, this feeds right into Betsy’s shopping addiction. She tried a self-imposed…

Our sponsored forklift

I know it’s the thought that counts. I really do. So our good North Carolina angel, Tom, found us a forklift on loan for free so that Kim could have fun driving it around the flood recovery warehouse use it for the very important work of hauling mattresses and furniture to the loading dock. And…

The mean streets of Brentwood

I am sure the world has been breathlessly waiting for me to weigh in on The Contributor controversy. Wait no more. The City of Brentwood has been trying to stop vendors from selling The Contributor, a newspaper focusing on the issue of homelessness, on medians or street corners in the city. It has cited an…

Flashers in the park

Cucumbers hide in a leafy camouflage, popping out when you least expect like flashers in the park. Lorna Crozier, Sex Lives of Vegetables We have our first cucumber at the Community Resource Center. Kim found it this morning, hiding under a blanket of leafy foliage. It’s fetching, don’t you think? We pondered whether to leave…

Cucumbers reconsidered

Back in May the plants were so small. There were just two of them. They seemed to be struggling for survival. I have never grown cucumbers before and I just didn’t know….that they spread. A lot. So far our community garden in front of CRC has yielded about seven strawberries, consumed by me, and three…

Junkyard dogs

So here we are. Back at CRC in our fabulous new space. Everything is sleek and elegant. And so why are we all sitting at a plastic table in lawn chairs at the dock door? Why, oh why, are we doing that? We always start out inside, where it’s cool and organized and pretty. I…

End-of-the-week report 6/24

Sitting on my deck having a glass (O.K.,  a plastic cup) of wine: Two big things stand out. We had our monthly giveaway, our last one at the airport warehouse. Goodbye, bird poo, which was increasingly becoming a problem. Let’s just say there are a few CRC things that won’t be moving back to our…

We love the Baptists

The burly boys from the First Baptist Church in Richmond, Virginia, are at the airport warehouse this morning, unloading new dressers and nightstands from a furniture truck that drove all the way from Wisconsin. It’s a trans-American day here. We’re pretty excited because now we have stocked an entire house-worth of new furniture for flood…

End-of-the-week report

Reporting from the open dock door of CRC while having an iced tea with lemon and a cigarette. Between the three of us Chicks, we: Bought Betsy a Mac, which she’s still learning how to use. Issued invitations to the Open House for all the folks who helped us after the flood. Set up the…