It's Time to Do It here in the Excited States of America. So this is just a reminder in case you can do it by mail and haven't done it already. Or in case you've forgotten about doing it at all. Which could be because you recently moved into a tree and then built a large silo around it so you wouldn't be disturbed?
It's hard to know whether it makes a difference or not, but if it does, then you'll be sorry if you didn't. I think.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Moose and Election
Perhaps our visiting moose has come to the Point to vote, not realizing that it is all done by mail nowadays.
Somehow in the past week, we lost track of one of our ballots and feared that it had accidentally been sent to the recycle container and from thence on to recycle heaven (or hell, depending upon your theology). We looked and looked. I grew weary of looking through wastebaskets and paper stacks and magazine stacks. And fell into subsidiary questions of whether there is any point in keeping hold of New Yorkers that are over a year old on the off chance that the one of us who hasn't read it will get around to reading it? And whether I really need to keep every credit card monthly statement that I have ever received given that I have never had occasion to need it and that it is all on the web anyway.
It makes one feel that life may have come to the point where what is needed is a minder of some sort.
Nevertheless, we did not find the ballot and began to pursue alternatives. Ed was under the impression (like the moose) that he could just go down to the Community Center and vote there if it was absolutely necessary. And I had to tell him the unhappy news that the only alternative was a drive to Bellingham's City Hall. Consternation, disorder, and early sorrow. But, enough motivation that the ballot finally turned up.
So, we sat down yesterday morning and voted in order to avoid any opportunity of losing it again or losing both of them to the maw of disorder in which we apparently live. AND I HAVE TO SAY, that voting has become ever more difficult, given that we are people with postgraduate educations and thus presumably capable of reading and understanding a ballot. These crazed Tim Eyeman-mandated votes in which we have to vote 'maintain' or 'get rid of' some law that the legislature has already passed. Thanks, Tim Eyeman for making everything a little worse each year. There's a man with a mission that he has definitely managed to keep on course throughout his adult life. I'd like to send him an adult moose.
And the many initiatives; my theory is vote no on them on principle. The public does not need to be passing legislation. But yes, we need to legalize marijuana and free up the prisons so there's room for financial fraudsters.
Yikes! The election is driving me mad and I don't even have a TV. Bring me a moose!
Somehow in the past week, we lost track of one of our ballots and feared that it had accidentally been sent to the recycle container and from thence on to recycle heaven (or hell, depending upon your theology). We looked and looked. I grew weary of looking through wastebaskets and paper stacks and magazine stacks. And fell into subsidiary questions of whether there is any point in keeping hold of New Yorkers that are over a year old on the off chance that the one of us who hasn't read it will get around to reading it? And whether I really need to keep every credit card monthly statement that I have ever received given that I have never had occasion to need it and that it is all on the web anyway.
It makes one feel that life may have come to the point where what is needed is a minder of some sort.
Nevertheless, we did not find the ballot and began to pursue alternatives. Ed was under the impression (like the moose) that he could just go down to the Community Center and vote there if it was absolutely necessary. And I had to tell him the unhappy news that the only alternative was a drive to Bellingham's City Hall. Consternation, disorder, and early sorrow. But, enough motivation that the ballot finally turned up.
So, we sat down yesterday morning and voted in order to avoid any opportunity of losing it again or losing both of them to the maw of disorder in which we apparently live. AND I HAVE TO SAY, that voting has become ever more difficult, given that we are people with postgraduate educations and thus presumably capable of reading and understanding a ballot. These crazed Tim Eyeman-mandated votes in which we have to vote 'maintain' or 'get rid of' some law that the legislature has already passed. Thanks, Tim Eyeman for making everything a little worse each year. There's a man with a mission that he has definitely managed to keep on course throughout his adult life. I'd like to send him an adult moose.
And the many initiatives; my theory is vote no on them on principle. The public does not need to be passing legislation. But yes, we need to legalize marijuana and free up the prisons so there's room for financial fraudsters.
Yikes! The election is driving me mad and I don't even have a TV. Bring me a moose!
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Living Remote
Here is one of the problems in living somewhere like Point Roberts. Well, there is no 'somewhere like P.R.'; there is just Point Roberts. But there are other somewheres that are isolated, rural, where things are not easily available because you can't just drive down to the store or the mall or the wherever.
This comes up for me especially with sewing machines. I have several of them because I use them a lot for various kinds of specialty sewing, but when I need one of them I need it right now. But they are machines and they don't always work right and, although my brother knew how to fix a car, I don't know now, and never did know, how to fix a sewing machine. Unlike a car's parts, its parts are enclosed, hidden: the makers do not want you messing with them for the most part. They are girls' machines and noone really expects girls to do anything like that. Like Imacs, they virtually come with a note saying that there is nothing you can do to fix this so don't try taking them apart. Take them to a Professional.
But Point Roberts has no Professional of this sort. Nor does the neighboring Canadian town Tsawassen. Nor the next Canadian town Ladner, nor the next over the two borders U.S. town of Blaine. I can transport my machine to a store in Ladner, 20 miles away round trip, which will let a man 30 miles away know that at his convenience he can drop by and take it away to fix it and then at his convenience return it those 30 miles to that store weeks later, and if I am lucky someone will let me know it has returned. And there I am, with my machine repaired and only three or four weeks passed, except that 6 weeks later, it happens again, and we do another three weeks of no machine. And now eight weeks later, it has again malfunctioned in the same way and I cannot go through another repair
And I say to myself, it is dead, or as good as, and it is time to replace it because I can't deal with these long periods of absence for repair that doesn't last. But there is nowhere near me where I can go and buy such a machine. In large part, this is because there are, of course, no local sewing machine stores at all. But worse, there are no stores anywhere that any longer sell good electrical sewing machines. There are cheap and shabby ones or there are good computerized sewing machines. That is not what I want or need.
So I go to E-Bay and I find an exact clone of this machine I love but that will not have its wornoutness because it has been "little used", as advertised. Assuming that is true. And I bid on it and next day I have been declared the winner. I have paid a good deal of money for a machine I have never laid eyes on that is coming to me from a person in Indiana to whom I have never spoken. And I wonder, "Good lord, what have I done?"
Today, the machine arrived in a box that formerly housed bananas, packed with a little bubble wrap, and marked in big letters on the outside, 'FRAGILE.' I hope not too fragile. It does not look like a Professional wrapping job. I open it, take the machine out and collect its accessories which have spilled around inside the bubble wrap. I set it up, plug it in, get it threaded and coax it to work. It is slow but it is cold. I coax it along some more. It begins to function better. I set a button that I have forgotten needs setting and an essential function begins to actually function. I am beginning to feel released from the fear of having made an ill-omened purchase. And a few hours later, I am pretty confident that it is, as advertised, "little used," and is also fully functional.
Whew! If I still lived in L.A., I would not be having this experience. And, living rural and isolated, I do hope I do not have to be having it too frequently. And yet, and yet, that is a big feature of living in a place like Point Roberts; one does have it frequently, in one form or another. Living without easy access to things is not the worst challenge in the world, but the abundant availability of things is such a basic feature of living in cities that one forgets in coming here that one has given it up.
And when you need something, you may have to take a kind of risk that you have entirely forgotten about.
This comes up for me especially with sewing machines. I have several of them because I use them a lot for various kinds of specialty sewing, but when I need one of them I need it right now. But they are machines and they don't always work right and, although my brother knew how to fix a car, I don't know now, and never did know, how to fix a sewing machine. Unlike a car's parts, its parts are enclosed, hidden: the makers do not want you messing with them for the most part. They are girls' machines and noone really expects girls to do anything like that. Like Imacs, they virtually come with a note saying that there is nothing you can do to fix this so don't try taking them apart. Take them to a Professional.
But Point Roberts has no Professional of this sort. Nor does the neighboring Canadian town Tsawassen. Nor the next Canadian town Ladner, nor the next over the two borders U.S. town of Blaine. I can transport my machine to a store in Ladner, 20 miles away round trip, which will let a man 30 miles away know that at his convenience he can drop by and take it away to fix it and then at his convenience return it those 30 miles to that store weeks later, and if I am lucky someone will let me know it has returned. And there I am, with my machine repaired and only three or four weeks passed, except that 6 weeks later, it happens again, and we do another three weeks of no machine. And now eight weeks later, it has again malfunctioned in the same way and I cannot go through another repair
And I say to myself, it is dead, or as good as, and it is time to replace it because I can't deal with these long periods of absence for repair that doesn't last. But there is nowhere near me where I can go and buy such a machine. In large part, this is because there are, of course, no local sewing machine stores at all. But worse, there are no stores anywhere that any longer sell good electrical sewing machines. There are cheap and shabby ones or there are good computerized sewing machines. That is not what I want or need.
So I go to E-Bay and I find an exact clone of this machine I love but that will not have its wornoutness because it has been "little used", as advertised. Assuming that is true. And I bid on it and next day I have been declared the winner. I have paid a good deal of money for a machine I have never laid eyes on that is coming to me from a person in Indiana to whom I have never spoken. And I wonder, "Good lord, what have I done?"
Today, the machine arrived in a box that formerly housed bananas, packed with a little bubble wrap, and marked in big letters on the outside, 'FRAGILE.' I hope not too fragile. It does not look like a Professional wrapping job. I open it, take the machine out and collect its accessories which have spilled around inside the bubble wrap. I set it up, plug it in, get it threaded and coax it to work. It is slow but it is cold. I coax it along some more. It begins to function better. I set a button that I have forgotten needs setting and an essential function begins to actually function. I am beginning to feel released from the fear of having made an ill-omened purchase. And a few hours later, I am pretty confident that it is, as advertised, "little used," and is also fully functional.
Whew! If I still lived in L.A., I would not be having this experience. And, living rural and isolated, I do hope I do not have to be having it too frequently. And yet, and yet, that is a big feature of living in a place like Point Roberts; one does have it frequently, in one form or another. Living without easy access to things is not the worst challenge in the world, but the abundant availability of things is such a basic feature of living in cities that one forgets in coming here that one has given it up.
And when you need something, you may have to take a kind of risk that you have entirely forgotten about.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Embarrassment for All
Last night's Fire Commission meeting seemed to have hit a new low. It's main features included:
1. A Commissioner attempted to amend the last meeting's minutes to show that, despite the Commissioners approving the placement of Public Comments at the end of the Agenda, the Public refused to obey and continued to ask questions/make comments throughout the meeting. When it was noted that as Chairperson of that meeting, Commissioner Riffle had a responsibility to control the meeting, he whined, "So now it's all my fault?" In addition, he complained that Mr. Wilmot had made the motion to adjourn the meeting, whereas he should have been the one to make that motion because he was the Chair. And that complaint was also to be put into the minutes. Although, eventually, he withdrew his motion, I think, and the minutes were just approved.
2. There was discussion of a motion to increase the number of Commissioners to 5 in order to alleviate the problems of any two commissioners not being able to talk to one another because if they do it constitutes a Public Meeting according to Washington State Regulations. The motion failed, but not before Mr. Meursing placed his position on record: "The fewer Commissioners the better," he said. One, he seemed to be implying, would be best of all, and he would be that one.
3. The attempt to hold an Executive Session on Personnel Matters was dropped when (a) the personnel were revealed to be the Commissioners and the topics their own difficulties in working with one another; and (b) Mr. Grubb of the APB persuaded Mr. Meursing that Washington State Regulations do not permit Executive Sessions (not open to the public) for such purposes because 'personnel' refers to employees, not to the Commissioners. Mr. Meursing viewed this as a mere technicality, at which point Mr. Grubb pointed out that it was not a technicality but a state law. The attempt to hold an Executive Session was finally dropped, but not before one Commissioner plaintively called out, "Well, how are we to discuss these matters without embarrassing ourselves in public?" Indeed, public embarrassment seemed to be the chief feature of the meeting.
4. A considerable amount of time was devoted to articulating a letter that was written to the Fire District from a P.R. resident (who was named during the meeting). The Chief regarded the letter as endangering the safety of his volunteer firefighters and he went to the Sheriff, who investigated and apparently felt that the matter was adequately resolved; there were no charges of any sort laid. The discussion at the meeting centered largely on why this letter and its author were being identified in a public meeting. That is, the matter had been clarified by the Deputy Sheriff, so what could be the purpose of this public exposure of the matter other than to harass the individual? The Commissioners asserted that the letter was a public record; the public said, "Okay, but why do WE need to discuss it at this meeting?" The Chief claimed that his first duty was to protect his volunteers. Except that I thought his first duty was to protect the citizens of Point Roberts. If his first duty is to protect his volunteer firefighters, he should simply advise them to go into another line of work where the risk is lower. And then get back to protecting us. In his job, these duties will occasionally come into conflict. He needs to figure out which is his primary duty. And the Commissioners need to discuss the laws of privacy with their lawyer.
5. There was, again, discussion of a new procurement policy, written by the fire district's lawyer, who will, doubtless, be sending another handsome bill next month. Despite the Commissioners having agreed at the last meeting to provide the 'audience' with copies of complex documents that are under discussion, no copies of the new procurement policy were available. Thus, though the policy was passed, I don't know much about what was in it as the Chief read quickly through three pages of text in a room with poor acoustics. I did attempt to obtain some idea of how the Commissioners viewed the difference between their responsibilities and the Chief's responsibilities. Mr. Meursing said that they must bow to the Chief's technical knowledge on procurement policy because he is a professional. Mr. Wilmot read from the State Regs which state that the Commissioners themselves are responsible for policy decisions. Because the Commissioners are passing off responsibility to the Chief, and because the Chief can cite state law regarding the Commissioners' responsibility, we can proceed with the assumption that no one, really is responsible, and that no one will be accountable for making responsible procurement decisions. Trust the Chief (and then one is supposed to Verify). Maybe the Verification policy will be on the agenda next month.
6. Finally, there were repeated responses from Mr. Meursing that 'That's not the way we do things here." Which claim I take to mean, "That's not how I say we do things here."
We're three months into this crisis of confidence in Fire District #5, and things are not improving. At some point, the State via the State Auditor's office, will become involved, I'd think. That's who is responsible for oversight of Commissions and Commissioners.
1. A Commissioner attempted to amend the last meeting's minutes to show that, despite the Commissioners approving the placement of Public Comments at the end of the Agenda, the Public refused to obey and continued to ask questions/make comments throughout the meeting. When it was noted that as Chairperson of that meeting, Commissioner Riffle had a responsibility to control the meeting, he whined, "So now it's all my fault?" In addition, he complained that Mr. Wilmot had made the motion to adjourn the meeting, whereas he should have been the one to make that motion because he was the Chair. And that complaint was also to be put into the minutes. Although, eventually, he withdrew his motion, I think, and the minutes were just approved.
2. There was discussion of a motion to increase the number of Commissioners to 5 in order to alleviate the problems of any two commissioners not being able to talk to one another because if they do it constitutes a Public Meeting according to Washington State Regulations. The motion failed, but not before Mr. Meursing placed his position on record: "The fewer Commissioners the better," he said. One, he seemed to be implying, would be best of all, and he would be that one.
3. The attempt to hold an Executive Session on Personnel Matters was dropped when (a) the personnel were revealed to be the Commissioners and the topics their own difficulties in working with one another; and (b) Mr. Grubb of the APB persuaded Mr. Meursing that Washington State Regulations do not permit Executive Sessions (not open to the public) for such purposes because 'personnel' refers to employees, not to the Commissioners. Mr. Meursing viewed this as a mere technicality, at which point Mr. Grubb pointed out that it was not a technicality but a state law. The attempt to hold an Executive Session was finally dropped, but not before one Commissioner plaintively called out, "Well, how are we to discuss these matters without embarrassing ourselves in public?" Indeed, public embarrassment seemed to be the chief feature of the meeting.
4. A considerable amount of time was devoted to articulating a letter that was written to the Fire District from a P.R. resident (who was named during the meeting). The Chief regarded the letter as endangering the safety of his volunteer firefighters and he went to the Sheriff, who investigated and apparently felt that the matter was adequately resolved; there were no charges of any sort laid. The discussion at the meeting centered largely on why this letter and its author were being identified in a public meeting. That is, the matter had been clarified by the Deputy Sheriff, so what could be the purpose of this public exposure of the matter other than to harass the individual? The Commissioners asserted that the letter was a public record; the public said, "Okay, but why do WE need to discuss it at this meeting?" The Chief claimed that his first duty was to protect his volunteers. Except that I thought his first duty was to protect the citizens of Point Roberts. If his first duty is to protect his volunteer firefighters, he should simply advise them to go into another line of work where the risk is lower. And then get back to protecting us. In his job, these duties will occasionally come into conflict. He needs to figure out which is his primary duty. And the Commissioners need to discuss the laws of privacy with their lawyer.
5. There was, again, discussion of a new procurement policy, written by the fire district's lawyer, who will, doubtless, be sending another handsome bill next month. Despite the Commissioners having agreed at the last meeting to provide the 'audience' with copies of complex documents that are under discussion, no copies of the new procurement policy were available. Thus, though the policy was passed, I don't know much about what was in it as the Chief read quickly through three pages of text in a room with poor acoustics. I did attempt to obtain some idea of how the Commissioners viewed the difference between their responsibilities and the Chief's responsibilities. Mr. Meursing said that they must bow to the Chief's technical knowledge on procurement policy because he is a professional. Mr. Wilmot read from the State Regs which state that the Commissioners themselves are responsible for policy decisions. Because the Commissioners are passing off responsibility to the Chief, and because the Chief can cite state law regarding the Commissioners' responsibility, we can proceed with the assumption that no one, really is responsible, and that no one will be accountable for making responsible procurement decisions. Trust the Chief (and then one is supposed to Verify). Maybe the Verification policy will be on the agenda next month.
6. Finally, there were repeated responses from Mr. Meursing that 'That's not the way we do things here." Which claim I take to mean, "That's not how I say we do things here."
We're three months into this crisis of confidence in Fire District #5, and things are not improving. At some point, the State via the State Auditor's office, will become involved, I'd think. That's who is responsible for oversight of Commissions and Commissioners.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Looking at Point Roberts
I was at the market yesterday, standing by the door to introduce the Grocery Receipts Library Fundraiser to folks coming to the market, when one Canadian woman I was talking to said, "Tell me about Point Roberts. How long have you lived here? Whenever I come down here, I think this is just about the most unusual place I've ever been. How did you get here to live?"
Not an unusual question in the sense that most of us who live here full-time probably ask ourselves that question regularly. And ask it as well (at least internally) about people we have met casually who are our fellow-residents. I am never really able to settle on an answer although I doubt if there is just one answer. There are many Point Robertses here in these almost-five-square-miles just as there are many microclimates here.
This question was part of my original attraction to the abandoned houses here. How is it that there were so many houses in such a tiny place that just fall into decades of disuse. How is it that there is no one who cares enough to care or to convey it to someone who does or will. How does one lose such vital contact with what has been a home? I have never understood it, even as I have watched these houses collapse under their own weight and the external weather, and watched, as well, other houses start into that downward process. (Photo on left is an abandoned mail box at work, I think.)
A young man from Emily Carr is currently doing a photography thesis project on Point Roberts. We met with him recently to talk about his project and it brought up in me, again, many of those thoughts and the statement that the lady at the market had made about this being an extremely unusual place did as well.
Is it unusual because it's so small? Because it is divided between part-time and full-time residents? Because the border influences our lives so strongly, especially since 9/11? Because it has so many different divisions: part-timers/full-timers, tourists/residentes, Canadian/American, boaters/nonboaters, old people/younger people, east side/west side, housing developers/conservationists, economic developers/artists and the like, old families/the rest of us, longtime residents/new residents, cottagers/big housers, the voters' association/the taxpayers' association, the people who go to town meetings/the people who don't. That's just a quick gathering of kinds of divisions that come to mind. The divisions are not deadly; are often wonderfully entertaining. But they do contain a certain kind of trapped community energy that might usefully be released to better purposes.
Ah, well, it's Sunday morning in the fall and we are about our unusual lives in our unusual home spots, thinking our usual thoughts. Unusually, the sun is shining and the sky is blue, but it's time for coffee.
Not an unusual question in the sense that most of us who live here full-time probably ask ourselves that question regularly. And ask it as well (at least internally) about people we have met casually who are our fellow-residents. I am never really able to settle on an answer although I doubt if there is just one answer. There are many Point Robertses here in these almost-five-square-miles just as there are many microclimates here.
This question was part of my original attraction to the abandoned houses here. How is it that there were so many houses in such a tiny place that just fall into decades of disuse. How is it that there is no one who cares enough to care or to convey it to someone who does or will. How does one lose such vital contact with what has been a home? I have never understood it, even as I have watched these houses collapse under their own weight and the external weather, and watched, as well, other houses start into that downward process. (Photo on left is an abandoned mail box at work, I think.)A young man from Emily Carr is currently doing a photography thesis project on Point Roberts. We met with him recently to talk about his project and it brought up in me, again, many of those thoughts and the statement that the lady at the market had made about this being an extremely unusual place did as well.
Is it unusual because it's so small? Because it is divided between part-time and full-time residents? Because the border influences our lives so strongly, especially since 9/11? Because it has so many different divisions: part-timers/full-timers, tourists/residentes, Canadian/American, boaters/nonboaters, old people/younger people, east side/west side, housing developers/conservationists, economic developers/artists and the like, old families/the rest of us, longtime residents/new residents, cottagers/big housers, the voters' association/the taxpayers' association, the people who go to town meetings/the people who don't. That's just a quick gathering of kinds of divisions that come to mind. The divisions are not deadly; are often wonderfully entertaining. But they do contain a certain kind of trapped community energy that might usefully be released to better purposes.
Ah, well, it's Sunday morning in the fall and we are about our unusual lives in our unusual home spots, thinking our usual thoughts. Unusually, the sun is shining and the sky is blue, but it's time for coffee.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
A Great Loss
The news that long-time Pt. Roberts' resident Davea Fisher had suffered a massive stroke and was not expected to recover was followed by the news that life-support measures would be terminated this weekend by which time her children would all be able to reach the hospital.
Davea was an amazing force for good here in Point Roberts and will surely be missed. I don't know how many people have said to me since I started helping to raise funds for the new library, "Have you talked to Davea? She's raised more money over the years here than anybody." And indeed she probably has.
She was probably best known for her work with "Dollars for Scholars," an engaging program that starts with the premise that the Community of Point Roberts ought to make a statement to its kids when they graduated from high school and made the decision to go on to college. And the statement Davea was helping all of us to make through this fundraising was "We support you in this decision and we are happy to be able to give you some money to start you out on that journey." A program like that? Well, that's what it means to live in a community, as opposed to living in a zip code.
But Davea did not limit herself to that program. When we were getting the library fundraising beginning, she was there to propose that she organize her annual 'Joke-Telling Contest' for the benefit of the new library. And she had other ideas. Only two weeks ago, I was writing her about her proposal to do a "Tall-Tales Night" for the library fund in January. And barely 3 or 4 days ago, she was proposing to us a project called "Taking the Toonies out for a Walk" which would somehow produce a line of toonies between the current library and the Julius Firehall. She commented that this was something she liked because kids could participate at that level.
We wrote back to her with enthusiasm, asking questions about how exactly it would work. Unfortunately, her reply never came. But I think we will figure out what it was she had in mind, and one day soon, there will be a "Taking the Toonies for a Walk" event, not only to benefit the library but to say a heartfelt 'thank you' to Davea for all she did, and for the example she set for all of us as we, in our turn, try to make sure that we live in a community that cares about its members and not just in a zip code named Point Roberts.
Davea was an amazing force for good here in Point Roberts and will surely be missed. I don't know how many people have said to me since I started helping to raise funds for the new library, "Have you talked to Davea? She's raised more money over the years here than anybody." And indeed she probably has.
She was probably best known for her work with "Dollars for Scholars," an engaging program that starts with the premise that the Community of Point Roberts ought to make a statement to its kids when they graduated from high school and made the decision to go on to college. And the statement Davea was helping all of us to make through this fundraising was "We support you in this decision and we are happy to be able to give you some money to start you out on that journey." A program like that? Well, that's what it means to live in a community, as opposed to living in a zip code.
But Davea did not limit herself to that program. When we were getting the library fundraising beginning, she was there to propose that she organize her annual 'Joke-Telling Contest' for the benefit of the new library. And she had other ideas. Only two weeks ago, I was writing her about her proposal to do a "Tall-Tales Night" for the library fund in January. And barely 3 or 4 days ago, she was proposing to us a project called "Taking the Toonies out for a Walk" which would somehow produce a line of toonies between the current library and the Julius Firehall. She commented that this was something she liked because kids could participate at that level.
We wrote back to her with enthusiasm, asking questions about how exactly it would work. Unfortunately, her reply never came. But I think we will figure out what it was she had in mind, and one day soon, there will be a "Taking the Toonies for a Walk" event, not only to benefit the library but to say a heartfelt 'thank you' to Davea for all she did, and for the example she set for all of us as we, in our turn, try to make sure that we live in a community that cares about its members and not just in a zip code named Point Roberts.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
And Now for Something Completely Different
As many of you know, I am working with others to raise funds to renovate the building next door to the P.R. Community Center for a New and Improved library here on the Point. The old library (in the Community Center) has been there for over 60 years. And not much has changed with that physical structure over that time.
But much HAS changed in the way of what libraries do and what they need in the way of physical space to do it. Alas, the 1,000 square feet of our charming, almost Dickensian library isn't enough to do those things. The library is no longer just a place where you check books in and out. It's doing much more educating of kids, it's providing broad-band access to people who don't otherwise have it, it's providing computers for those who don't have them, and it needs rooms and tables and chairs and open spaces for all that to happen. And, at least for a starter, that's why we need to have a new library that will provide 2,500 square feet of space.
There's a donation button on this blog, as well as on the fund-raising blog at foprl.blogspot.com, for the library campaign. The donations go to the Whatcom County Library Foundation, which is a 501(c)3 group, solely for the purpose of a new library in P.R. That means you will receive a receipt that provides eligibility for a U.S. charitable donation deduction. We do not have any way of providing comparable Canadian charitable donation deductions, unfortunately. But we are continuing to look for a way.
In our first 6 months of serious fundraising efforts, we have raised over $60,000 dollars. We have a long way to go but we are trying everything we can think of. And here is a thought not only for the Canadians who would like to support this project but can't get a Canadian charitable tax deduction but also for Americans who aren't able to use a charitable tax deduction for their U.S. tax returns for technical reasons.
In December (specifically Dec. 1 and 2), the Fundraising arm of the Friends of the Point Roberts Library will have a table at the Christmas Craft Fair filled with delights donated by Point Roberts artists and crafters, everything handmade. There will be quilts, clothing, jewelry, fiber art, accessories, photographs, Christmas ornaments, paintings, and on.
If you come, look, and buy an object that pleases you, all the proceeds go to the library building fund. Thus, although you won't get a charitable tax exemption receipt, you will get an object you like, perhaps love, and have personally chosen: probably worth far more than the tax exemption would be, and your money will go to the library and it will be doubled because we have a $5,000 matching gift for the month of December.
We've asked you for your loose change, for your grocery receipts, and now for some of your Christmas shopping experience. You'd think I'd be appalled always to be asking. But, I'm not, because I'm asking you to help your community, a place you live or visit, for a library that makes us a better place. We're lucky that we have to finance only a building space and that the County Library will pay for all the staff and people that turn a building into a functioning library. It's our job to create the building because having a library benefits us as individuals, as families, and as a community. There are lots of ways for you to participate in this and we hope you find one that works for you.
You can reach the Friends of the P.R. Library fundraising group at foprl1@gmail.com if you have questions.
If you want more information about the actual renovation plans, you can see the architect's feasibility study here.
But much HAS changed in the way of what libraries do and what they need in the way of physical space to do it. Alas, the 1,000 square feet of our charming, almost Dickensian library isn't enough to do those things. The library is no longer just a place where you check books in and out. It's doing much more educating of kids, it's providing broad-band access to people who don't otherwise have it, it's providing computers for those who don't have them, and it needs rooms and tables and chairs and open spaces for all that to happen. And, at least for a starter, that's why we need to have a new library that will provide 2,500 square feet of space.
There's a donation button on this blog, as well as on the fund-raising blog at foprl.blogspot.com, for the library campaign. The donations go to the Whatcom County Library Foundation, which is a 501(c)3 group, solely for the purpose of a new library in P.R. That means you will receive a receipt that provides eligibility for a U.S. charitable donation deduction. We do not have any way of providing comparable Canadian charitable donation deductions, unfortunately. But we are continuing to look for a way.
In our first 6 months of serious fundraising efforts, we have raised over $60,000 dollars. We have a long way to go but we are trying everything we can think of. And here is a thought not only for the Canadians who would like to support this project but can't get a Canadian charitable tax deduction but also for Americans who aren't able to use a charitable tax deduction for their U.S. tax returns for technical reasons.
In December (specifically Dec. 1 and 2), the Fundraising arm of the Friends of the Point Roberts Library will have a table at the Christmas Craft Fair filled with delights donated by Point Roberts artists and crafters, everything handmade. There will be quilts, clothing, jewelry, fiber art, accessories, photographs, Christmas ornaments, paintings, and on.
If you come, look, and buy an object that pleases you, all the proceeds go to the library building fund. Thus, although you won't get a charitable tax exemption receipt, you will get an object you like, perhaps love, and have personally chosen: probably worth far more than the tax exemption would be, and your money will go to the library and it will be doubled because we have a $5,000 matching gift for the month of December.
We've asked you for your loose change, for your grocery receipts, and now for some of your Christmas shopping experience. You'd think I'd be appalled always to be asking. But, I'm not, because I'm asking you to help your community, a place you live or visit, for a library that makes us a better place. We're lucky that we have to finance only a building space and that the County Library will pay for all the staff and people that turn a building into a functioning library. It's our job to create the building because having a library benefits us as individuals, as families, and as a community. There are lots of ways for you to participate in this and we hope you find one that works for you.
You can reach the Friends of the P.R. Library fundraising group at foprl1@gmail.com if you have questions.
If you want more information about the actual renovation plans, you can see the architect's feasibility study here.
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