We had some extra lunches from our Visiting Teaching Conference today and I didn't want to give them out because I didn't want people leaving a mess and OK, maybe I was the lunch nazi. I grabbed a bunch with the intention of sharing them with some specific people. After church I headed over to visit a woman in the ward who is recovering from surgery and starting chemo this week (and to take her two lunches). As I got close to a busy intersection I noticed a man with a sign asking for money and I reached into my bag to grab some lunches for him. The light turned red and he was right there. I rolled down my window and yelled, "Hey, we just had a lunch at our church and I want to share these with you. The chicken sandwiches are great!" He happily took the two lunches from me and thanked me a few times. That added to my great Sunday.
I was born and raised in Van Nuys, California. I moved to Boston sight-unseen and have loved living in New England since that day when I said, "this apartment is OLD". My hobbies are antiquing, reading books and magazines (bring back Blueprint and Domino please), sewing, quilting, sightseeing, watching movies, and photography. I love the color red and have a retro red refrigerator (and kitchen aid mixer and ice cream maker and toaster and...) to prove it! I live in a converted high school and love decorating my loft condo (w/ 18 foot ceilings) that was formerly the auditorium. I have 3 brothers, 11 nieces and nephews, and a bus fleet of friends.