On Friday night I whipped up one of those triangle flag banner/bunting/garland things that people are forever pinning on Pinterest. I had a million other more pressing things to do, but it was nice to take an hour and play around with my new serger and scraps of fabric. It helped that I was simultaneously watching X-Men: First Class.
The banner turned out well.
I have no photographic proof of this, since I forgot to take a photo. But I do have one of Ezri!
I made the banner/bunting/garland (really what is the correct phrase?!) to decorate the table at the mall where the boys were selling raffle tickets for their swim club on Saturday.
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In addition to that volunteer duty, on Saturday our family spent a few hours at a work bee for the local arts centre. A few weeks ago we participated in the community clean-up day. For the last month, Zarf's been knocking on doors sellling bedding plants, a fundraiser for his skating club.
I justify all these activities as homeschool lessons in social studies, civics and community building. But these duties, coupled with the frustrating task of applying for a government grant, has left me feeling decidedly pissy. Not because I resent the concept of volunteering my time and energy to organizations, clubs or causes that I value. Rather, I'm frustrated by the large number of people who don't do their fair share of the heavy lifting, but reap the benefits of others' efforts. I fantasize about throwing my hands up in the air, stepping away from my commitments and telling them to pick up my slack for once. But I damn well know that will not shock some people out of their sloth.
But still. It's a comforting fantasy.
Wouldn't it be nice if everyone manned a table, picked up some garbage, helped me figure out the difference between a balance sheet and a financial report, painted a wall, sold some raffle tickets or knocked on some doors? Or at the very least, made a big fat donation to the community group of their choice?