My aunt is, for better or worse, usually right when she makes observations, and as we talked about fundraising yesterday, AA suggested that the mysterious benefactor’s $2,000 donation might actually make raising funds for the Traverse City trip more difficult, because people might think that those kinds of donations happen all the time.
She’s not wrong; over the past two days, we’ve raised about $50, and the GoFundMe has stagnated.
We’ve also been discussing the state of our 17-year-old Chrysler Pacifica, whose power steering is acting weird, whose right rear passenger side brake whines, and which needs an oil change rather desperately after spending so much time on the road due to Aunt Annie’s hospitalizations over the past year.
I’ve got to get my Pacifica into Norm’s Total Auto for a once-over before I leave, and it’s not going to be cheap, no matter how little we ask him to actually fix.
But there’s something that I want to address on a larger level, too.
After spending much of yesterday with the covers pulled over my head due to an anxiety attack, I got up and wrote a sprawling explanation of the fact that Aunt Annie and I live a spartan life, and that we really are absolutely blessed by a once-in-a-lifetime gesture by our mysterious benefactor.
Continue reading In the middle (of fundraising)