Our working group concluded its work today. We accomplished a great deal as a group, but I accomplished even more. I managed to avoid driving the mini-van the entire time. I traveled with others here, there, and everywhere – I selfishly shlepped along with whomever had an empty seat.
Not that anyone was dying to go in the mini-van. Apparently, there are others who understood my consternation with being seen driving in a mini-van. Go figure.
Here I am with the blue van.
The working group (sans Barbara)
This was a great engagement and our group did what it came to do in our two days of meetings. It always does my heart good to work with my colleagues in emergency management to help advance the community’s efforts. It was all well worth the mini-van angst that brought me here…but no more mini-vans are in my future.
Day one thousand three hundred and seventy-one of the new forty – obla di obla da