Currently, the husband is 'rebuilding' my laptop. It had been on life support for a few months and was driving me nuts. So, I find myself blogging via the lovely new gadget in the villa - the IPad. While this thing is very cool for digesting massive amounts of reading and videos, I am not yet thrilled with it for writing and other creative process bits. Plus, I have not yet found a way to move my photos easily between all these different devices. I do enjoy having a lightweight gadget that holds my newspapers, magazines, and books and fits easily into my handbag.
Now, onto the stuff.
If you hadn't figured it out by now, I do a lot of volunteer stuff. Unlike other places where I have donated my time and talents to help others, living here my hands don't get dirty so to speak. I have only once painted a room, I have never done construction work here, and I have never worked in a low income/homeless shelter type daycare here. Here, you go to parties to help others. Say what? Yes, that's right; this is the land of the fundraising party. We actually went and bought a tuxedo for the husband. But why? Why not just give that money to someone who needs it?
I have had more than a few occasions where I have wanted to help with different projects. But, I hear, "Oh, but I didn't see you at our last fundraiser (ie a thing the husband needs a tux for)." How totally mental. So I find myself in a social game of sorts. In order to be taken seriously, in order to help my current community, I must wear fancy party dresses. I just hope that the work that is achieved is worth it. I so miss spending a week of my summer holiday rebuilding a home for someone in need. Why is it so complicated here to help others?
At any rate, I do not wish to sound like a whiner. I just so do not 'get' this place so many days. I would love to rant about why I do not wish to hire a gardener and that I do not enjoy being a sideshow for the neighborhood when I mow the lawn. But, that would be another blog subject.
Peace.
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