The week before Thanksgiving, Caroline (age 9) came to me with an idea. “I want to do something to help the homeless at Christmas, but I don’t have a lot of money.”
We give each of the kids a small sum to donate at Christmastime, but this impulse felt like something to explore more deeply. So we began to think about the gifts she does have and how she might use them to help others.
It’s true—Caroline doesn’t have much money in her allowance jar. Instead she will give the gift of time and music. She plans to record a collection of holiday piano music as a way to encourage people to donate, and to say thank you to those who do.
Margaret (age 6) has decided to get involved too, through her interest in drawing.
Please help us prevent and end homelessness through a gift to Homestretch, a non-profit organization that helps people in our very own community.
See our GiveBack page for details, including a list of the thank-you gifts that the girls are creating to send to donors. We hope to raise $500. [Edit: We are almost there after only two days! We may need to increase our goal!]
Donations go directly to GiveBack, which funnels the money to Homestretch, and you receive a donor receipt for tax purposes.We’ve already seen some donations come in and Caroline is SO excited at each one. She said the first night, “I feel all fizzy inside.”
We’ve been kvetching about this on Facebook all morning. Yes, it’s come to this:
Black Thursday? Stores to open even earlier on Thanksgiving.
Big-box retailers such as Wal-Mart, Toys R Us and Sears are opening their doors at 8 p.m. Thursday — just as Thanksgiving dinner tables are being cleared in many homes. Target will follow suit at 9 p.m., enticing shoppers out of their homes during the final football game of the day.
Target employees have started a petition to “save Thanksgiving,” and Wal-Mart workers say they are gearing up for protests on Black Friday.
“It’s ridiculous,” said Anthony Hardwick, a former Target employee who led protest efforts last year. “We’re getting rid of Thanksgiving dinner, and for what? For a $300 flat-screen TV?”
[But] “Stores are tapping into something that is very real — there is demand for this,” said Adam Hanft, a brand strategist for Hanft Projects in New York. “The reality is, people start to get cabin fever after awhile. They’re fighting about politics. They want to get out and do something.”
Oh my heavens!
Apparently there are people who haveno ideahow to extricate themselves from an argument with Aunt Edna about the Kenyan usurper in the White House, or cut short Nephew Chip’s jeremiads against the drug war, other than to go shopping.
What a failure of imagination!
What an opportunity for Blue Room readers, who are so very creative!
What could a family do together on Thanksgiving weekend besides buy stuff?
Share in comments. Here are five humble suggestions to get you started:
According to the article, black people are 32 percent of the Louisiana population but, according to the state Department of Health and Human Hospitals, account for 73 percent of the newest HIV cases and 76 percent of the cases that progressed to AIDS. So this pastor hands out condoms to his parishioners and community. For him the ethics is clear:
Is such the Lord’s work? Davenport is convinced it is. What is he supposed to do? Stand back and see his people die ? Preach to them about sexual purity — then stand back and see his people die?
The modern open office was designed for team building and camaraderie but is mostly distinguished by its high noise levels, lack of privacy and surfeit of both digital and human distractions. And indeed, several decades of research have confirmed that open-plan offices are generally associated with greater employee stress, poorer co-worker relations and reduced satisfaction with the physical environment.
Do you work in an open office environment? What do you think of it, dear readers?
when you write a poem it
needn’t be intense
can be nice and
and you shouldn’t necessarily
concerned only with things like anger or
love or need;
at any moment the
greatest accomplishment might be to simply
up and tap the handle
on that leaking toilet;
There’s actual science between the practice of gratitude:
In one experiment, students were given different topics on which they had to write a paper. Some students were then given scathing criticism of their papers, while others were praised lavishly.
Then all the students were given the opportunity to go up against their teachers/ graders in a computer game. Not surprisingly, the students who had been sharply criticized retaliated in kind during the game, blasting the heck out of the perpetrators who had made their lives miserable. The ones who had been praised were not aggressive in the game.
And then things got really interesting. There was one exception to the rule about students who had been criticized turning around and retaliating. This was a small group of the mocked students who had been assigned in their papers to enumerate the things they were grateful for in their lives.
Here’s the thing: those students who had written about gratitude didn’t react negatively to the criticism they received on their papers. They did not retaliate in the computer game.
Apparently, the simple act of counting their blessings had given them enough positive reinforcement about their lives that any criticism of their papers just rolled right off them.
I’ve been working on gratitude this week. It’s been hard. I am very concerned for a family in our church whose little boy is battling ALD and he continues to struggle. I feel very weighed down on their behalf. But I’m trying.
I’ll be honest. In terms of actual birthdays, it hasn’t been the greatest ever—we drove all day yesterday and for half of today, and it’s always a big fat bummer to come home to the Christmas stuff, and all the mess of unpacking the car, getting ready to go back to work tomorrow, making sure we have food in the house, etc.
We are all super tired too.
But that’s just the way it had to be, you know? I’m not super anal about celebrating on the actual day. Robert and I had a great dinner with my siblings last Thursday, and will celebrate more this weekend. There are other little dinners and things planned with friends, and I suspect there will be some revelry still to come once Caroline and Robert get home from the grocery store and vague “errands.” But still—kind of a blah day. A day in transit and transition.