Here is a thought.
For every heart you send, give 5 dollars to your towns food bank.
My town, all towns are hurting. I have not been giving to politicians...I give what I can to the food banks.
Just a thought.
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I’m making a list of ❤️❤️❤️ right now, but between Christmas and New Year I piled up all the pleading letters and started writing checks. Most were the standard $35 memberships, but the largest amount went to Direct Relief (disasters) and the local Food Bank and Planned Parenthood. The acknowledgements are trickling in slooooowly, but that may be DeJoy’s fault. (Hey! I really wanted that plush puppy from Habitat, and I think he got lost, strayed, or stolen!) I finally heard from the Food Bank thanking me for the $500, and spelling my name wrong.
They did say they’d be phoning later to invite me to tour the facility, which I look forward to. I’ve been living here 3+ years and hardly know the workings of the town at all, what with a bum knee, knee replacement surgery, and the pandemic one after the other. It is past time I stepped out to someplace more meaningful than Costco. I think I remembered to send a smaller amount to the Food Bank of the town I used to live in — several of my close friends are actually clients.
You be careful of that knee, Hekate.
Sadly we are all getting older and New England decided we need some snow as if we didn't have enough to deal with. We got another 8 inches today and my old car is stuck on ice. Hope I can finish digging it out tomorrow. I don't go out much either but have scripts to pick up for mom and I.
I read in the local paper that the food bank is doing drive up. People have to show they live in town and then state what they need. The order goes into the bank and then loaded into the trunk. My mom worked there for years.
Take it slow my friend. Sounds like you are making a difference for many. 
...I got my life back. Recovery was arduous and long, but if I had not had the surgery I would have been using a walker by now.
Now if only I had some place to go! 
Watch out for that snow stuff! 
Do I wish you a 'Happy Knee Year' on the 19th.
...call it an outpatient surgery. That is just insane, and I pity any soul who gets booted out like that, no matter what their age. I was 72. Between my husband advocating for me with Blue Cross, the surgeon having been through this crap before, and above all the nurses at the hospital having both brains and compassion (“Why yes, we have been keeping this patient under observation, and she absolutely should not be discharged yet”) I managed to be there 2 nights and 1 1/2 days.
My inbox is loaded with them. 
