That’s when I get my best ideas. One came years ago as a consultant to a non-profit theater. It’s youth program didn’t have many students and no-one but parents were attending performances.
I bought out the house, gave free tickets with a donation of juice boxes and food and clothing to a local charity. The newspaper picked it up, I lined up sponsors and we even had a tree donated and the kids painted grocery store gingerbread people that volunteers stuffed and sewed. We celebrated Chanukah with an electric Menorah (it was a theater, no candles allowed lest someone yell “fire!”) and Kwanzaa.
The Board leader’s executive assistant insisted on making a donation in memory of the son she had lost. Today when opening a long-stored Christmas box was the playbill for that performance of The Firebird and the Christmas Roses. It is signed by all the actors but not the director or others integral to the play and its charitable endeavors.
Today I want to frame that playbill for me, the initiator and coordinator. It really belongs to the donor who made it happen (and bought the Menorah out of her own pocket) and the Director who now works nearby.
I married my husband not because we walked along the beach and the top of my head makes a good chin rest as we stand and watch the sunset. We both have ideas. Not money, but all we need is one great idea and we can make such a difference in the world.
Those 3:00 a.m. ideas keep coming, though a pad and pencil, iPhone or not yet an iPad has yet to be decided. With inspiration in mind, let’s take a photo of this sunrise and let it be day. Dog, where are you? Let’s go out! Wake up Zoe! Dee
Cooking with Dee 