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Monday, January 11, 2010

Monday Photos, Dear Abby, Volunteering

Yesterday was not the relaxed day I'd planned it to be. Somehow, cleaning crept into the picture, right before the PHC monologue. And by the time Stuart Mclean came one, well, I was in a tizzy. Fortunately, the day was redeemed halfway through by a walk on the Buck Lake trails, and pizza at Bella Luna: one large half & half Galactic Greek and Cosmic Combo. DH, the kids, and I. It was good.

Here are some pix from yesterday, after it got better:
Lower Hawk's Pond




Lately I've been thinking about volunteering again. I used to help with our church group, and others, to feed some 200 homeless people in Seattle, which I did for about 2-3 years. I miss it, and am thinking I might do something like it again soon. And because my thoughts often coincide with things I read, here's what Dear Abby had to say today:



DEAR ABBY: Many people in the world appear indifferent to human suffering and the serious problems our planet is facing.

I am appalled when I see TV shows about food contests in which mounds of food are piled in front of each contender, who then wolfs down enough to feed five or six people.

Evidently the audience enjoys the spectacle. They cheer and applaud the winner as if he was a hero. Do they never think about the millions of people who are starving? I would appreciate your comments. -- PRAGMATIST IN N.Y.

DEAR PRAGMATIST: No, I doubt they consider that while they are stuffing themselves, others are literally starving, nor have I heard that the sponsors have donated a portion of the proceeds to feed the hungry.

This Thanksgiving my local paper featured a color photo on the front page of a family celebrating at the beach, pulling a large turkey out of a fryer. Below the fold was another one, this of a woman in Sudan, sitting by a roadside, obviously undernourished, trying to sell her only goat so she could provide for herself and her family.

Closer to home, food banks are struggling and American children depend on school nutrition programs for survival, while audiences view eating contests as entertainment. And that's more obscene than any X-rated movie will ever be, in my opinion.


Dear Abby is written by Abigail Van Buren, also known as Jeanne Phillips, and was founded by her mother, Pauline Phillips. Write Dear Abby at www.DearAbby.com or P.O. Box 69440, Los Angeles, CA 90069.

Food for though~

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