Today was full of stuff… I spent the morning in the St. James United Church Hall helping set up for the community Christmas dinner. Maybe 150 people will show up, for turkey and stuffing and veggies and pie. I met a guy who used to own a frame shop at the Brewery Market and who is now studying fine arts at St FX… and a number of other interesting folk. Apparently at St James, there is a free community meal prepared every Tuesday! Not sure how they manage to do all this every week because setting up today was a big job, but a lot of people are pitching in to help, donating turkeys cooked and carved and lots of other yummy things, or money, or sweat equity.
Left there in time for the Christmas lunch at the Women’s Resource Centre, about a block away. Met some other women who frequent the centre and a couple baby girls of 6 months old… Was served homemade chili and salads and cheese biscuits, yummy desserty things, by the staff, and given a lovely gift of a black and silver cowl and a mug stuffed with chocolates! But the best gift of all… one of the staff there, Cathy, gave me a ride to Sobeys and home with my groceries! She actually lives on my street! So I hope to have her and her man over for tea sometime.
Then I remembered I had forgotten to take posters for a screening of Education Under
Fire (a documentary about the Baha’is in Iran being excluded from universities there) to the Keating Centre at St. FX. I had a pleasant walk around the little brick town that is campus to the massive complex that houses the arena and pool. it took me a little while to find the right bulletin board, with the help of a sweet young woman at the Wellness desk. Thankfully… because everything is so well maintained and sparkling clean at the centre, it almost seems like a crime to put up a poster without permission!
Home to a monkish meal of quinoa, chinese cabbage and adzuki beans and squash… but only the prelude to the leftover timbits and chocolates I was sent home with from the Women’s Resource Centre. Now lying on my office floor, along with all my unmade and unwritten cards. if you don’t hear from me by snail mail this christmas, please know there is a soul of a card with your name on it somewhere in outer space, waiting to be plucked from the ether and affixed to a physical card with your name on it. It exists… but you’ll just have to take that on faith.