A Short Ride Yesterday on a Beautiful November Day and a Meeting
I had a meeting with a friend yesterday to help her with a website for her business. This lady writes grants for nonprofit organizations and for government agencies to fund various projects. She doesn’t understand much about the internet, other than it is a great way to get information on the grants that she writes. I agreed to help her out with setting up a Wordpress blog so that she can get information to others about grants that are available to them for their projects. If you have a project that you want to have funded by grants, contact Didi or Vera of Gatchell Grant Resources, LLC. Their site is www.ohiograntwriters.com .
I used the meeting as an excuse to get to ride my motorcycle (as if I needed one). It was 75 degrees and there was not a cloud to be seen. This never happens in November in Northeast Ohio. I left early for my meeting, stopped at McDonald’s and had “hotscakes” and then went to the meeting. Anybody that ever watched “Green Acres” knows that Lisa Douglas called hotcakes “hotscakes.” I always order them as “hotscakes” at McDonald’s to see the looks that I get from the employees.
After eating my breakfast, I went to the meeting. I think that I learned more than they did (not in a bad way). I never realized how many different grants are available. I also didn’t know about all of the application processes, and the administration of grants. While we were in the meeting, there must have been ten phone calls from clients. There were some that had just been awarded grants and had questions about what to do next, and some calls from people looking for applications for grants. It was crazy how busy these two ladies are. I hope that they are ready for more calls when their website gets discovered.
After the meeting, I took the long way home. There was nothing really special about the ride other than the beautiful day. I haven’t seen as many motorcycles out riding as I did yesterday for weeks now. I wished that I had more places that I could have taken the bike yesterday, but I wanted to spend time with my family.
After I got home, Amy and I had to go vote. Kaitlyn was funny at the polling place. We told her that the rules were “Like on an airplane.” She had flown with Amy to Atlanta one time and Amy told her that she had to be quiet or they would be thrown off of the airplane. Kaitlyn, being a three year old, took “thrown off” literally. She was a dream child at the polling place, making hand gestures to communicate because she did not want thrown out.