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Closing The Books

 For those of us who labor in the belly of the beast, The All Saints Hunger Booksale starts in late June and concludes in early August. This over thirty-year-old tradition started with a challenge from a pastor to his congregation to do something for the less fortunate. As it has ever since, the group accepts donations, sorts, prices, and displays them. The group of volunteers assembles in the basement of the church Monday through Thursday from 9:00 am to 1:00 pm.

I started volunteering two years ago at the invitation of my friend Michelle Mooney. I found that the skills I acquired working at the bookstore and my lifelong love of reading made me useful with this gang. I was hampered a little this year because of radiation treatments, but I was a full-timer for most of the trip.

We are on a route toward another record year and will contribute to Milwaukee's various food assistance programs, something north of twenty-five thousand dollars.

Silly Aside About The Booksale:

Jeanne ad I met working at the book sale. When asked how we met, we respond that we met in church.

On The Easel:

Dockside
Pastel 12 x 16

 Good News on the Health Report:
With all of the hoo-hah about my Bladder, you may have forgotten the doctors thought they saw a suspicious mass on my pancreas. 

The original image, a CT scan, showed what they thought was a mass. The doctor thought it might be a cyst. A subsequent MRI showed nothing. 

Out of concern for error, we waited three months and took another MRI. It showed that there is no mass. They will scan me again in December, but it's doubtful it will change anything.

Time for me to take a breath.

I'm taking a little vacation next week. I might not be publishing a blog. (I find my vacation photos are kind of boring to other people.) 
 I'll leave you with this in-progress piece.

I haven't titled it yet. It needs a little futzing.

And This Version Of the "I'm With The Banned" T-Shirt.









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