Summer weekend.

I didn't chill.
I went to an art opening, a Tumbleweed Highway show, dinner at my favorite restaurant, a family lunch on Sunday. I froze peppers, eggplant, and broccoli. I raked the entire yard, which had not been mowed in three weeks, and lugged toppling wheelbarrows full of grass clippings up the garden rows, mulching. It was 85 degrees while I did that, I should mention. 
Last night I went to a meeting of the Village Improvement Society, and got myself confirmed as a board member. 
I never anticipated getting involved in local politics or civic organizations. In college I ran myself ragged for the environmental society (is that really any big surprise?) establishing an on-campus organic garden, running campaigns, working with the core group, educating younger members about campus organizing. I loved it. But when I graduated, that part of me went dormant. Binghamton just didn't inspire involvement, and a lot of the people there were crotchety. 
But now, Gilbertsville. This town. Oh my goodness, this town has my heart. This town has managed to save itself, thusfar, from dollar stores and Walmarts and cinderblock buildings and housing developments. It saved itself from being flooded for an Army Corps of Engineers dam project in 1982. It is beautiful, still, but it is not thriving. Last month we lost our hardware store-- the only hardware store for fifteen miles-- and now it seems the general store is slipping, as well. If ever there was a time to DO something about all this, it is now. 
Wish us luck...
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