Farmer H went to a road meeting on Sunday afternoon. He had to leave his SUS2 (Storage Unit Store 2) early to get there. He usually stays until around 4:00, but the meeting was at 2:00. It was conveniently located across the street--I mean gravel road--from us, by our neighbors we trust. They served up some grilled burgers. Of course Farmer H partook, after having a ham sandwich he packed for lunch at the SUS2, and before grilling pork steaks for our supper.
Anyhoo... Farmer H has not revealed many details of the meeting. Not that it was secret. It was on the Facebook page of our enclave, with all invited. Farmer H said there were not many people there. The key point of the meeting was that Neighbor said he was opening up a checking account to use for road expenses, and welcomed any donations.
Farmer H gave him $150. He said no amount was specified, but that's what a load of gravel costs, and what we have given in the past. He heard one lady asking if $100 was okay, and Neighbor said any amount was appreciated. Farmer H said that by the end of the meeting, there was $730 in donations.
Of course people who didn't bother to attend the meeting will soon be complaining about any repairs that are made to the road, with money they didn't donate...
4 comments:
Ham sandwich, grilled burgers and pork steaks? My stomach would burst if I ate all that in one day.
The checking account and donations are a good idea.
River,
Well, it's not like Farmer H would pack himself a lettuce wrap, nor the neighbors serve ladyfingers. We are hearty eaters. And FYI, Farmer H ate a full pork steak, baked beans, and bacon/cheddar macaroni. He might have had a Little Debbie snack cake for dessert. Tell your stomach "You're welcome," for not subjecting it to such excess!
Yes, I trust this guy to use the funds properly.
Isn't it always the ones who offer nothing and complain the loudest!
Kathy,
You ain't a-woofin'! That's always how it goes.
When I was teaching in Steelville, MO, one of the older faculty went on a rant about our school health insurance. A change had been made where we had to contribute to the premiums, which had formerly been paid totally by the school board. At that time, it was like a one-size-fits-all. You had no choices about your coverage.
My friend was pregnant, and held her tongue during the rant, which finished with the statement: "I don't see why I should have to pay for Cindy to have her baby! I'm past that stage." She lowered the newspaper she was reading, and said, "I am covered by my husband's insurance. I opted out of the school coverage, and take the cash stipend instead." Heh, heh. I guess somebody else's baby was going to get paid for, but not hers.
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