PORCH PONDERINGS

Strolling and Trolling

They keep promising snow. They keep predicting some kind of moisture for our dry area. Really, come on. Quit with the promises.

The old saying comes to mind. "If wishes were horses, poor men would ride...". Seems that's an old Scottish saying. Or I've also heard. "If wishes were fishes, we'd all swim in riches... or we'd all cast nets."

After that big storm in the NW, I thought surely some of that rain and snow would reach us here in this part of Montana. But no, it's going north, it's going south.

Other news. The Christmas stroll is scheduled for December 7. Pearl Harbor day. December 7, 1941 is the day Japan attacked Pearl Harbor in Hawaii and propelled the US into WWII. Just in case no one learned that in History class.

My correlation between the two events that are 83 years apart? Everyone worked together in the US during WWII. Perhaps not 100%, but there was unity. Here in Roundup there is disunity about this little event. I am the one to get the $$ for the vendor spaces. I still have 8 vendors, out of over 30, that haven't paid. And of those 8, 4 paid the event organizer. The event organizer, for whatever reason, isn't passing those fees, amounting to $100, along to me. I've asked her at least 4 times. Hmm. Plus several people have dropped out as vendors because of the organizer.

So as a result, after the event, I am resigning from the Chamber of Commerce as treasurer. This was an ordeal the past few years as well. No more. I have enough stress in my life. This is added pressure, for a volunteer job, I don't need.

Also, the event organizer one day posted that I was hosting the event. WHAT? Without my permission, by the way. I quickly emailed her back, NO, I am not a host. I don't want that title. I am just the money person. I will be working at the museum, one of the event locations. And I will be putting vendor fees in the bank. Because, if this whole thing crashes and burns, I don't want to be one of the 'fall guys'.

Thanks for the venting space. Because we all need to tell those who listen our problems sometimes. Petty as they may be, they are big in our own minds. I wish it was warmer. I need to sit on my porch swing.