I read a girl's blog and it was interesting and I was fascinated to get such straightforward insight into her thoughts on things and her life. She comes to my Zumba class and she invited me to read her blog. I'd love to leave her some comments but I have to sign up. Like I need one more profile and password on the internet. She's at tumblr.com. I'd never heard of it. From what I gather it's great for photography and people repost others' photos. They "retumble" photos. I may sign up just to see what it looks like. But I'm going to tell her about blogspot because she's definitely a word person. Definitely.
I finished a blue and purple daisy chain necklace. It has one boo-boo in it but otherwise is very pretty. So delicate. This is a progress photo.
I don't know what to volunteer for! Look at me. Look at me! I don't know about this whole thing. It has me worried. It never works out for me. I have not found what God wants me to do. Supposedly he's given me at least one gift and talent. I don't know what it is. I can bead alone and I love to bead alone or with my sister or with a few ladies at the beading store. But teaching people? Teaching Zumba to the 10 to 15 year-olds stunk. I was so excited to share the joy of exercising and fitness and dance and they were not interested at all. Well, a few were. Five out of 23 were interested and their faces were a pure delight to me.
She couldn't decide what to volunteer herself for. I told her to think of what she likes to do or what she liked at the Catholic church that we could do here. She said she likes retreats. Oh Lord. So tomorrow she's going to come over and we're going to brainstorm volunteer ideas. I'm going to suggest she think of something, hello?, SMALLER, that she could do because she suggested she and I plan a retreat together. I've never even been to a retreat before. Ever.