I'm glad that's over. When I got home I was so tired that I couldn't say 'Elizabethan'. For me not to be able to talk, that's some serious shit. My knees feel fine. My feet feel like they been run over by a truck.
It went well. Everyone did their part. Most of them have done their parts before so no reflection on my abilities. Most of what I did to make it happen involved having a nice man with a pickup to do my bidding. Hopefully we made some money for our Lions Club.
One of the Lions Club members asked me at 1:30 PM what our expenses were. I answered "I have no idea. Why don't you ask me later, when my feet don't hurt?" I wasn't being sarcastic. Ask me when my feet don't hurt, when I haven't been flat-out busy for 10 hours, when I can think. Times like these make me realize I'm a long way from 20.
Next week the treasurer and I will have some numbers and figure out how much fundage the fundraiser raised. Then we'll have to figure out what to do to raise more funds. It would be really cool to raise enough money to ship all the members of the Kiwanis Club to Uzbekistan
for a year.
Later...
Had a nap and a bath. Feeling way more human. Had my legs akimbo soaking in the tub; I'm only stiff and sore, not injured.
Well, there's a feeling that brings back happy memories.
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