Chayya, The Tiny Princess She Beast

The weekend was mostly good. I never get as much done as I wish to (or ought). I was happy to get some research reading in both yesterday morning and this morning. Not massively driven to watch the Mayweather/McGregor fight, I found myself at my sister’s last night and watched it with all present, and I felt happy for McGregor. I thought he made a great go of it, and he earned some respect from me, fighting a longtime champ and pro in this particular style that he was previously uneducated in. I was impressed with his effort- and the fight showed how significant stamina is to a boxer. Connor, who would shred Mayweather in an MMA bout, was all but drained heading into the boxing match’s late rounds. But he stood in there yet when he was taking hits. The Cubs lost a series this weekend to the worst team in baseball, and the top-20 ranked Lobo soccer team lost its first two matches of the year, each game ending with the Lobos blanked 1-0.

Researching continues to be challenging. Trying to gain insight on a particular time and place is akin to pulling a sprig of yarn in a sweater, and having the whole thing unravel on you as a result. Trying to understand what happened at an event at a particular time and place results in having to understand understand the back story and cultures and customs of each party involved- background information that wants to ask you to dig a hole a mile deep to really get what was going on with each party. Where do you draw the line? When do you know that what you have is enough? I think you just know. And at this point, I know I don’t.

I tried once again to get some cleaning and upkeep done in the house (laundry, bathroom cleaned, vacuuming, cat barf spots scrubbed, kitchen), and while I worked, I thought about an idea I had had while involved at Sagebrush Highland- and I thought it was still a good idea.

The idea was to provide people moving into new spaces with kitchen wares to help them have some utensils for just making meals in their new space. The idea rested on the feeling that many folks have old kitchen ware they might donate when they got new stuff, and the old stuff could be parsed out into sets suitable for singles or couples- a mother and her child, a person moving into a space after coming out of prison with nothing.

The idea is really just leaning on meeting a simple need for folks in transition through donations.

Prepare boxes that provide one or two people with a full set of (donated) dinnerware and silverware per person. Include an old pan for meal prep with a spatula and maybe some tongs. A piece of tupperware or two for storage. A dinner towel, or paper towels. A bottle of dish washing liquid and a sponge. A glass for cold drink. A mug for warm drink. A wash rag. And, the big gift- a Mr. Coffee for the coffee drinker, or a kettle for the tea drinker- with a starter ration of either.

Steve Stucker’s bed ministry made me think of the idea back in the day. With people coming out of halfway houses or relocating because of safety or financial issues, a box of kitchen stuff from the ministry could help them to feel cared for and give them some help in eating at home.

It’s still a thought that might be helpful if it was housed in a church location like Highland down off Central. And I think people would donate well to it.

It’s a thought.

Still.

Okay. Time to crash.