Thank you Paul Harvey (goodness, I’m old). So after the fashion show, I had a few hours to kill before my evening’s activities. I went home, cleaned up and took care of my workout, made my wife dinner and then did it all over again. I was working an HRC event at a shuffleboard sports bar. I went very casual as you can see here. What a comfortable outfit! A cute and casual sweater, a favorite necklace, hoop earrings, the most comfortable jeans I have ever worn and my little sneakers! That picture on the stool is kind of the definition of “me”.
For the second time, I worked an HRC event that had no use for me, nothing really to do. I seem to be making a career as a way-finder, standing either next to a sign serving the same purpose or so near the event as in this case, it is obvious where to go. But I did meet quite a few new people, made sure many knew I wanted to contribute in a meaningful way and got involved in quite a few conversations. I won’t go into what was discussed here, I am sure I gave a few people something to think about. Let’s just say I am not cut from the same cloth as many there, but have the same wants and hopes for those in the LGBTQ community. If I get involved in a meaningful way, it will mean they were willing to accept those with a common goal, despite philosophical differences.
Without getting into a political discussion, what worries me most about our country is the inability to understand differing points of view. You are either left or right and there doesn’t seem to be any in between any more, despite the fact that the significant majority of Americans are squarely in the middle. A “you must be wrong as I am right” mentality. Sometimes we are both right or both wrong. My political affiliation is for people, all people, whatever is best for everyone. Dream on! But I digress……
It was a pleasant evening for me, not much more of a story here. I had a craving for a McDonald’s ice cream cone, so I went through the drive-in on my way home and always am pleased by the smiles I get given the sound of my voice over the speaker, then the reality of me when I drive forward.
I keep giving and giving……we’ll see.