Warming Packs

Last Sunday my political action group had a dinner and service project.

I would like to say I am very active in the group but I'm not. The focus went from group meetings with action (like our postcard writing parties and phone call for candidates) to what they are calling "talk teams" where they meet in small groups in homes to talk. And I am not really interested in talking. Actually I talk nonstop but talking about politics nonstop gives me a headache.

So. Someone decided to have a group meeting of all the talk teams and pair it with a service project.  We all donated items and prepared warming packs for the homeless. A local laundromat allows the homeless to stay in the building all night (no beds, just chairs) and I guess they will be distributed from there? 

I'm still having issues with the group. Someone donated catering so we wouldn't have to have a potluck. But everyone can use their own funds as they wish.  

I donated 50 pairs of warm winter work socks for men.  I found a great deal on Amazon. Then I kept finding more deals at stores and added more socks, some gloves and hats. Everyone donated a lot of supplies. 

I remembered I don't like to drive in the dark. I have a new habit of becoming short of breath when I am out in cold air. After I crossed a parking lot carrying my big box of socks and then going down a steep staircase in a church basement, I was panting pretty heavily. And I was worried I would fall. 

Yes I would like some whine with my pity party.  

But I am slapping myself upside the head. We do have a homeless problem. And as a member of the now inactive county homeless task force, I don't know how we will ever find a solution. And people are cold. 

Meanwhile I have a small bucket and I am going to wash my hair in my kitchen sink and think about how grateful I am to have a warm house and a kitchen sink.  And a warm bed and blankets. And how sad I am for those who do not have these things.