Pickles

I'm not very fond of pickles. They have their purpose, and they smell great when I walk by the grill room at work. There someone is... getting a dill, fresh out of the pickle bucket, it's placed next to a bag of potato chips and ... well you get the point.
I was approaching the 'coffee' table at the end of a meeting at church and there was an offer of cucumbers, and penny-pan squash (who knew it would taste GREAT with blueberries?), and so I took both. The cucumbers are for pickling. Why... you ask... would I take pickling cucumbers if I don't necessarily like pickles? Well, I'm not sure myself, but when the offer was thrown out there, I thought to myself... I can pickle stuff. I may not eat it, but sometimes when people come over... for instance just now as I'm writing, my Dad who will be here in a week's time.... they may like to try a pickle.
I notice I'm in a bit of a more generous spirit lately. I'm thinking of what I can do for others. It may have to do with this money course I'm taking. Realizing that I want to still care and hang out and do 'stuff' with others, but do it without spending money... that's sometimes tricky. Good thing most of my friends are taking this course with me and we all realize the state we're all in. I'm becomming over zealous to have things clean and tidy, and even if it's not my mess. I'm looking at the mess going... that's going to have mold on it in two more days.... just clean it up now. Seeing the end result. Wanting a better end result and actually doing something about it...that's the hard part.