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Zombie Prom Date Knitters

We live in a world that is so fast and furious compared to the times my grandparents lived and my parents grew up in, I am still amazed.

Last week Holly who goes by the endearing name “knitwithsnot” ”tweeted” on line, for all who care to “follow” her, that she was now considered an adult and was put in charge of raising funds for the school P.T.A. I “tweeted” back that if she needed some Gift Certificates that I was willing to donate to her efforts.  She thanks me and all who follow us can see some or all of this exchange. For those of us on Twitter this is nothing out of the ordinary. It happens everyday. All Good.

Then Holly posts on Twitter and her FaceBook page (at the same time!) for all of her friends to see to invite them to a late lunch on Friday. When I saw what Holly posted, I graciously offered to buy desert for her and her friends if they brought six people in for lunch.  All good.

Friday rolls around and Holly and her friends show up for lunch. Several posts and pictures are put up on Twitter in real time for the entiree world to see while they are eating,  knitting and enjoying themselves.  All good.

On Monday there are two blog posts (three icluding this one) for the entire world to see recounting their adventures at Full City Cafe and other events of the day. All good.

First Annual Zombie Prom Date Knitters Zombie Slayers Ball and Rule #32 Enjoy the little things

I can’t even begin to imagine what my grandparents would have to do in their time to raise funds for the PTA. Send letters to local businesses people that would take a day or two to arrive and then wait for an answer. Go knocking door to door?  Send out formal hand written invitations to all their friends weeks in advance for a luncheon. Dress prim and proper. (okay Holly and company did wear prom dresses!) If they were in the who’s who in town would a notice be printed in the local gossip column that Mrs So and So had a luncheon with Mrs. Who and Where and What. I surely doubt that there would be a photo unless they were the truly the Rockefeller social elite in town. All this would probably not have made it in the paper until Monday or Tuesday, if at all.

Within a few hours time, we have a solicitation for a donation and an answer. (P.S. Holly, I still need to get the CG’s to you) An invitation to lunch and acceptance of the offer. Photos published during the event and a recounting published within hours of the said event, all for the entire world to see.  

I am not going to go into work today because I have no desire to spread this awful disease around. From my house I am able to somewhat conduct business via the interent. I can log into two different computers and monitor sales and field phone calls. I have placed an order for delivery tomorrow without ever talking to my sales rep. I also got together the paperwork f0r a couple catering deliveries.

It’s times like this that make me wish I could curl up in bed with box of Kleenex and a little Vicks Vapor Rub on my chest.