We like to get most of our books boxed and on the road before the first snowfall, but somehow we missed that deadline this year, so we put on our warm coats and boots and headed for the garage…
These books are all heading for South Africa, which has fairly strict importation guidelines. Every box must be accurately labeled and weighed.
This was an excellent job for our treasurer and stellar statistician, Reid.
As well as for our most junior member, Wills, who is just learning his numbers.
Treasurer in training!
Many pounds of books! I think we can count loading the truck as gym class today.
Claire is managing to box books, load the truck, and attend her OHS classes!
Finally our garage is (almost) empty, and it is (almost) Christmas.
The Prayer of St. Francis
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace,
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy;
O Divine Master,
Grant that I may not so much seek
To be consoled as to console;
To be understood as to understand;
To be loved as to love. Merry Christmas to All, and to all, A Good Night!