Helping Hands

A soft mist hovered over everything nearly the entire day.  Across the lake, the tall apartment building and the planetarium were shrouded in a thin veil.  The weather report was "57 degrees and warm with fog."  The fine print said "humidity 100%"

This was a "wash your hair day."  We had a wedding reception in the afternoon and it is nicer if I don't have to wash it on Sunday....so today was the day.  After getting it reasonably straight and smooth, I ventured out to run several errands.  I walked a couple of miles, going to a few different shops.  It was very cool and bracing outside with a nice wind.  Do you know what weather like that does to freshly washed hair?

Yes....I showed up at the reception looking like Little Orphan Annie...only my hair is gray and brown.

At one point I paused to watch a small parade go by....actually more like a demonstration.  It wound its way down the middle of the street, led by a large truck with a man on who was booming out over a loud speaker.  It was some kind of a chant, and the men in the troop that followed were chanting with him...loudly, aggressively.  There were signs and flags from another country.  Women were following too, occasionally  making a strange high-pitched noise.

They must have been campaigning for rights of some sort....rights that they believe they should have. And they must strongly identify with a homeland.

I can't imagine why anyone would come to this land, take advantage of the kindness of the Danish people regarding school, health care and a high standard of living and then demand the Danes change for them.  It doesn't make sense to me.  I don't understand why they don't stay in the homeland they love and change it.  Insisting another culture change to suit them seems completely out of line.

One thing I was looking for was a gift card.  I called a Danish friend who gave me the straight story on when to arrive, how long to stay and what kind of gift to give.  She and I both felt a gift card would be best.  There is a great kitchen store about a mile from here....I got there in good time, but they were out of gift cards!  I walked farther and found one that worked and then returned home.

The reception was lovely....in the church.  It was refreshing because no one tried to disguise the church.  Tables and chairs were put up, there were beautiful fresh flowers, a gift table, the beautiful new couple all dressed up and a crowd of happy guests....oh and a table of wonderful desserts.

While I was doing such mundane things, SK was out in the country with 17 of our YSAs working at a fundraiser to supplement our food budget funds.  They worked hard.  What a great group of young people!

I finished out the day by  making a carrot cake for a YSA dinner tomorrow.  Alright!