Oh Damn...

I'd love to be funny. I'd love to be able to write the kind of stuff that made people laugh out loud and come back for more. Such a gift that is. I'd love to be funny.

We bought a piece of land. Well, we made the offer, it was accepted, we put down the earnest money, and now we are just waiting for the cash to come in so we can pay for it. And then we start to build. We have the best ever builder. We got lucky, so lucky, and found wonderful people who share our view of our relationship with the land, and of the necessity to build a space that nurtures you instead of trying to fit into someone else's space.

It's heady, exciting stuff. And it's given me some very busy days, with more to come.

In the meantime, the backpack project moves right along. Tomorrow we go to the local high school to pick up the hundreds of backpacks the kids have gathered for us. I suspect it will be two or three trips to get them all. And then to find a place to store them. Oh joy.

I figured out today with the help of a friend that we could make 500 neck scarves from 112 yards of extra-wide polar fleece. That stuff has to be on sale somewhere. It would be a lot of cutting, that's for sure. But I'm betting I could get some help. We have the combs and brushes, the pens, and the toothbrushes. We don't have toothpaste. So march on over to drugstore.com, find some on sale, and send me a tube of toothpaste. I know that at least 1200 people read this blog last week. I get the reports. So if only half of you buy a tube of toothpaste and send it to me, we will have one for every bag. Can you imagine what it would be like, living on the streets without hope, to at least every morning get to have a fresh mouth? Can you imagine not being able to brush the dragons out of your mouth in the morning?

The Rose Festival has started here. We are going downtown tomorrow for the fireworks over the river, after a leisurely dinner. It will be nice.