Oh hey look at that, I spelled "organization" wrong up there. And when I say wrong, well, I mean wrong. Anyway, the entire region up here is really worried about a dam breaking down near Rainier. If it goes, then the entire valley and a whole bunch of communities would be flooded with water, mud, trees, and if I know anything about vegetation, nasty invasive blackbery bushes. So a certain organization wants us to be ready to volunteer and run a shelter and be known as the ReserveCorps. Sounds pretty cool yeah? A whole bundle of us bundled up and took off to a beautiful church building in Queen Anne to be taught, over the course of six and a half hours, how to help them run emergency shelters. Here's what we actually learned: "Don't park by adult movie stores while driving their vehicles. Also, don't get pulled over because that's really embarrassing. With us, image is everything." "In order to be a great volunteer, you have to love working with food." And "The bigger the disaster, the bigger the stress." I enjoyed the enthusiasm of the instructors but I wanted to get down to brass tacks. Two hours. In. Out. Ready to go. But yeah, no. Well, at least I got to peruse the hymn book and find new classic lines like "who's the king of the jungle, yeah! yeah! who's the king of mars, blah! blah" (no joke) and "back in '87 the Grembles in Boston took Satan down in their living room" (huh?). So all in all, I'm now trained to staff an emergency shelter. Good thing I can probably figure out how to set up a cot on my own. Here's maybe what I spent some of my time doing:
Isn't that stone scroll work behind the pulpit gorgeous? I would love to have church in a chapel like this.
Oh hey look at that, I spelled "organization" wrong up there. And when I say wrong, well, I mean wrong. Anyway, the entire region up here is really worried about a dam breaking down near Rainier. If it goes, then the entire valley and a whole bunch of communities would be flooded with water, mud, trees, and if I know anything about vegetation, nasty invasive blackbery bushes. So a certain organization wants us to be ready to volunteer and run a shelter and be known as the ReserveCorps. Sounds pretty cool yeah? A whole bundle of us bundled up and took off to a beautiful church building in Queen Anne to be taught, over the course of six and a half hours, how to help them run emergency shelters. Here's what we actually learned: "Don't park by adult movie stores while driving their vehicles. Also, don't get pulled over because that's really embarrassing. With us, image is everything." "In order to be a great volunteer, you have to love working with food." And "The bigger the disaster, the bigger the stress." I enjoyed the enthusiasm of the instructors but I wanted to get down to brass tacks. Two hours. In. Out. Ready to go. But yeah, no. Well, at least I got to peruse the hymn book and find new classic lines like "who's the king of the jungle, yeah! yeah! who's the king of mars, blah! blah" (no joke) and "back in '87 the Grembles in Boston took Satan down in their living room" (huh?). So all in all, I'm now trained to staff an emergency shelter. Good thing I can probably figure out how to set up a cot on my own. Here's maybe what I spent some of my time doing: 
Isn't that stone scroll work behind the pulpit gorgeous? I would love to have church in a chapel like this.
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