I'm Selective

Thanks, A, but I'd rather not be Goodreads friends with someone who posed for his profile picture in an undershirt, has 165 friends and 6 books, and whose most insightful book review is "Good."

New Endeavor

No one commented on this week's promise, so I'll go ahead and tell those who don't know that I've been asked to be the ward's Cubmaster. Yup, didn't see that one coming.

I think (hope?) it will be OK once things get going, and I suppose it will soothe some of my regret about not seeing the older primary children (8-11's) now that I teach the 5 year olds. But right now, things are a mess. We're in the process of combining with another ward's pack, there isn't a pack committee of any sort, and organization doesn't appear to be the primary leaders' strong suit.

You couldn't tell from looking at my house or office, but part of me is extremely particular about records, facts, and data organization. That part is just screaming in agony right now.

Also, I'm not sure I have the enthusiasm or creativity required to be a Cubmaster, but I suppose I can fake the former and for the latter, that's why Al Gore invented the Internets.

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photo: Delano, Jack. (1942). Chicago, Illinois. Ida B. Wells Housing Project. A meeting of the Cub Scouts in the community center [photograph]. Library of Congress, Prints & Photographs Division, FSA-OWI Collection, [reproduction number LC-USW3-000285-D DLC]. Available from American Memory.

I Like it When...

I'm the first person to use a restroom stall after cleaning.

I find out there's one more xxx left in what I thought was an empty bag.

I find a checkbook error in my favor.

I find a new author I like and s/he's written a long-running series.

A Promise

Auntie K promises to do her best to do her duty to God and her country, to help other people, and to obey the Law of the Pack.

Gulp.

Adages, or, An Update

Well Begun is Half Done. Auntie K has made her bed 4 days in a row, a nice start to one of her Resolutions.

Be Careful What You Wish For. K suspected a change in church duties was in the works, and she vainly thought she might end up as Primary songleader (the DREAM calling) or counselor in the Young Women's organization. Guess again! Starting Sunday, she'll be teaching the 5-turning-6-year olds, a large class that includes at least one disruptive (perhaps autistic?) child and one crier.

Sometimes You Can't Win. It appears the USPS lost J's Christmas stocking, though Auntie K is holding out a slim hope of its reappearance. Apparently, mail carriers in TWO states have it in for K, because today she waited a long time at the local post office to pick up her suspended mail, only to find out the mail wasn't where it was supposed to be.