Well, the wife voluntold me to help with the food boxes tomorrow, which is today, which is pretty soon, and it got chilly and windy here, very windy.
That whipped me yesterday, the boxes weight about 12 pounds and I was schlepping them all over, and at one point we had to move all the yogurt from one reefer to another for some reason. They have two reefer trailers that were full of food items, potatoes, eggs, bacon, yogurt, fruit, all of which has to be packed into these boxes which are then sealed and counted and labeled. The boxes are for anyone in the restaurant business laid off, they were aiming for 3500 boxes. I am amazed how many boxes that is. I feel like I moved and schlepped about 20,000.
We were both too tired to fix dinner so I got takeout from the Nook and told them about the boxes. I'll probably have to take an ibuprofen today.
We both wanted to do something. All this is in a parking lot, all the food donated, and a homeless guy wondered by and they told him to break down the empty boxes for an hour and they'd give him food. He was actually very coherent, poorly dressed, obviously homeless, but laughing and carrying on. I'd guess he has a drug problem. The eggs and bacon and rolls had to be cooked, but they could give him fruit and yogurt obviously. I hope the wind hasn't led to issues.
