HEAD, HEART, HANDS AND HEALTH

Through some round of miscommunication, I found myself at the 4-H alumni dinner this weekend. 4-H is celebrating 100 years of service this year and my county extension office thought it would be nice to get the old faces together. And it would have been interesting if anyone I had known from my 4-H years had bothered to attend.

The dinner was the biggest dread of the weekend. I was not even interested in the idea of going. But it turned out to be not so bad (other then the food...I'll get to that later). I think the main reason I dreaded seeing people from the past was because by the time I ended my 4-H career, I was so burned out and jaded that I didn't care to get involved with it ever again. But I had a pleasant enough time and it made my mom happy.

OK...so about the food. A few weeks ago I told Chris about a dream I had where I attended a dinner and there was nothing for me to eat. I found myself eating a chicken leg. It was so vivid, I could even feel the grease on my fingers and the entire time I was consuming the leg, I was wracked with guilt. Well, turned out the alumni dinner consisted of salad (iceberg lettuce and tomatoes), corn on the cob, and fried chicken. I did not eat the chicken. Mom and I later laughed about this and I told her of the dream and the one I had about Hooper peeing in the house (which he did when we got back from the camping trip). Mom said "You know, we get that from Grandma Tucker". What? The ability to dream of the most useless things to come? If it's an ESP thing, why can't I dream us up winning lotto ticket?

I'll just end with this. I pledge my head to clearer thinking, my heart to greater loyalty, my hands to larger service, and my health to better living for my club, my community, my country and my world. Not a bad pledge really if you think about it. Totally amazed that I even remember it.