Creating a source that grew out of control.
It took me weeks before I was able to finally force a meeting with the new Sycamore School counselor. The 5 to 10 minute meeting I requested turned into 30 minutes. It went very well.
I get home and receive a call from S.N.A.P. Thrift store. They have more clothes for the kids.
I email the counselor and thank her for the meeting and that next week I will be bringing more clothes. She replies, “Can you hold off until next season when the weather changes in November.”
Friday morning we arrive at the thrift store only to find she has a whole car load of clothes for us. I believe it was 7 suitcases. Plus a number of boxes.
I am thinking, horrors, where am I going to put all this stuff? It would take the whole school year to get it in the hands of Sycamore.
Pulled up the email with the contact I made at the end of the school year with the previous counselor’s contact community coordinator. Sent her an email of my predicament, she sent it out to her group.
In less than an hour a counselor from Pioneer School got back to me. She mentioned her immediate needs, which one was diapers and that was what I had. She could pick it up. She came Friday afternoon and took everything and was happy to be able to keep the suitcases.
And it only gets better. She has some 30 contacts with needs and can take anything. Great! When I had went into the Thrift store in the morning I had given Charlie (lady) the email of the needs and she is going to contact her and work with her.
Maybe that means I am out of the picture. YAY.
Sometimes all one needs to do is find a source and match it with a need and walk away. Everyone wins.
The thrift store has lots of donations of kid’s clothes and very few buyers. Now they have a place to give them.
Now I will go back to making cat mats for the thrift store and they can use them however they want. Use for the cats that are there, put them in the carriers, give one to each new cat owner. Doesn’t really matter. I get to recycle, keeping stuff out of the landfill at least for a while.
The last 3 months seem to have been about constantly finding solutions to real or perceived problems. And now I can breathe again.