LT, TP, PT etc.
Besides the opportunity to contribute to today’s second collection at Mass for Hurricane relief, we have the opportunity to help refugees (I thought that meant people seeking refuge, i.e. not a perjorative term, until Jesse Jackson told me otherwise), evacuees or whatever is the proper term for our southerly neighbors displaced by last week’s cataclysmic events. There is a group coming to stay very nearby. Local churches have been asked to donate various necessary items. Rick and Chuck spent much of the day doing, well, basically what his foundation is called to do (technology support) plus working out deals for low tech necessities. They were in their element.

Eddie and I did our part after the early Mass, picking up snacks, drinks, moist towlettes and other paper products. That, to me, would necessitate LT. (Ladies Things. If you need them you know what I mean. If you need to ask, you don’t need them, so don’t ask.) When we dropped our haul at the rectory garage I was pleased to see that some other lady had the same idea.

And, when Franny was going through the house with her bag of collected items, that was the first item she asked about. That and would it be all right if she comandeered Bridget’s three unused toothbrushes. Fine with me. As long as they’re still sealed in the original packaging. We’ll get some back into her emergency stash before she knows they were missing.