Help me

Ceanne is here today. She is our accountant. It is the end of the fiscal year and we have to close the books. Help me. I will admit to you that of my many talents book-keeping is not one of them. Yes, I understand that I run a nonprofit that must be totally and transparently…

How does your garden grow?

We’re getting off to somewhat of a slow start in the Community Resource Center edible garden. My grand vision of this was that the garden would be overflowing with fruits and vegetables for passers-by who might have eaten more recently at a soup kitchen than a bountiful garden. And it will get there. The tomato…

Pressure washing, wine and barbecue

A typical day at CRC. We have appointed today to wash the last remaining flood goo off of the last remaining things that made it through the flood – shelving in the storage room. “I’ll bring my pressure washer, ” says Kim. Of course, Kim has a pressure washer. I love that girl. I cleverly…

What an idiot

More than a year ago now, I had a business phone installed in my home and had calls to the Community Resource Center forwarded here in the wake of the flood that took our warehouse. What an idiot. In the beginning, I was puffed up with pride. Look at me! I have found a way…

Bomb-sniffing dogs

Got your attention, didn’t I? So, we are happily giving away furniture to flood survivors at the temporary warehouse today when who should arrive but two airport policemen with their bomb-sniffing German Shepherds. No, they did not suspect the Chicks of harboring terrorists or plotting to overthrow the government. They use the warehouse to train…

Saint Robert

We said goodbye to Robert today. Well, not goodbye. But, definitely, see you later. We moved some remaining inventory out of A+ Storage, our home away from home after the first days in the flood’s aftermath. Here’s how we found Robert. John Scannapieco, our board chair, urged me to quickly find a temporary warehouse. I…

Office supplies

As you all know, the Chicks are almost back in our remodeled offices with the sad exception of phone and internet service (don’t even get me started), and that necessitated a trip to the Office Max for a whole new set of office supplies. Let me just say this about three women shopping for office…

Every Southern woman

Every Southern woman is supposed to wear funny hats and grow vegetables in the dirt, at least according to the move Steel Magnolias. Betsy will be in charge of the funny hats. Kim and I will get our fingers dirty in the new raised bed outside CRC’s front door, thanks to our super board member,…

Home again, jiggity jig

So Betsy and I held our first strategic planning session at the open dock door this afternoon, precisely in the same place we held our last one more than a year ago. Kim was otherwise engaged with a brand new forklift she was tremendously excited about and which we will chronicle at another time. We…

Laying low

You know how it is when the finish line is just in sight and you’ve been running a long, long race and you know the hardest stuff is almost over? We did that for the last few days. Oyster Easter was over, the giveaway (interrupted by tornado warnings) was done and the move back into…