nattering

I'm uncomfortable talking about volunteering, and I'm not sure why. In part, I feel like I'm not doing enough, that this scattered handful of hours a week doesn't really amount to anything work talking about, and in part it's because the work that I'm doing isn't exactly action packed, all research and envelope stuffing and data entry. And I keep wanting to add more to the plate, but it's startlingly hard to find volunteer positions that don't involve phonebanking, which is where I draw the line. And, for all my dithering, I think I'm putting my foot down and contacting temp companies when we get back from Bar Harbor, so I really shouldn't search for more volunteering. But a little of the inability to talk about it isn't shame exactly, but fear of sounding like I'm bragging, because I honestly don't like people who say "look at how liberal and committed I am" and don't want to be one of them. But, I also honestly do kind of like the causes to which I'm giving time.

I got into a book group called Reading Queer, at the Center for New Words. It's only five tuesday nights, and I'll be missing one of them, but I'm still feeling mysteriously daunted/afraid. It's only four Tuesday evenings, and I'm sure the books will be lovely, or interesting, and I'm definitely interested in it conceptually, I just still have a hard time convincing myself that the best use of a weekday night isn't hanging out on the couch with my husband. My mind populates itself with whatifs, each sillier than the last, and yet somehow, the silliness doesn't make them any less believable.

Also, Light bought us a wiifit and I'm a little afraid of it, because no matter how much fun I think it will be, I know it's also going to tell me that I'm obese and while I know that, it's hard to brace myself enough to have a video game tell me. But shortly, Kumquat will be over and I'll get snuggles.

Also, I need to find a cheap but effective neck massage.

nattering

I'm uncomfortable talking about volunteering, and I'm not sure why. In part, I feel like I'm not doing enough, that this scattered handful of hours a week doesn't really amount to anything work talking about, and in part it's because the work that I'm doing isn't exactly action packed, all research and envelope stuffing and data entry. And I keep wanting to add more to the plate, but it's startlingly hard to find volunteer positions that don't involve phonebanking, which is where I draw the line. And, for all my dithering, I think I'm putting my foot down and contacting temp companies when we get back from Bar Harbor, so I really shouldn't search for more volunteering. But a little of the inability to talk about it isn't shame exactly, but fear of sounding like I'm bragging, because I honestly don't like people who say "look at how liberal and committed I am" and don't want to be one of them. But, I also honestly do kind of like the causes to which I'm giving time.

I got into a book group called Reading Queer, at the Center for New Words. It's only five tuesday nights, and I'll be missing one of them, but I'm still feeling mysteriously daunted/afraid. It's only four Tuesday evenings, and I'm sure the books will be lovely, or interesting, and I'm definitely interested in it conceptually, I just still have a hard time convincing myself that the best use of a weekday night isn't hanging out on the couch with my husband. My mind populates itself with whatifs, each sillier than the last, and yet somehow, the silliness doesn't make them any less believable.

Also, Light bought us a wiifit and I'm a little afraid of it, because no matter how much fun I think it will be, I know it's also going to tell me that I'm obese and while I know that, it's hard to brace myself enough to have a video game tell me. But shortly, Kumquat will be over and I'll get snuggles.

Also, I need to find a cheap but effective neck massage.