We started scrapbooking at a new home last night. This home is a Specialized Community Residence (SCR). It’s a beautiful, light, airy home, with a really big kitchen. There is a huge island in the middle of the kitchen and a lot of counter space. (I am terribly jealous of all the counter space, which is completely missing in my kitchen!)
When we arrived, we were greeted with the expected mixed reactions. We met everyone, introduced ourselves, and asked if anyone wanted to scrapbook. Three of the individuals were thrilled to have something new to do with new people, and others watched us closely … from a distance. We managed to complete a few scrapbook pages, played checkers, talked, laughed, took some pictures, and discussed plans for Easter.
Two hours passed quickly, and we were ready to leave. I was packing up supplies and noticed two of the men, who were not at all interested in scrapbooking, elbowing each other. One man was asking the other if maybe they should try this thing next week. I took the opportunity to assure them that I would bring “guy stuff” (you know … car / truck/ motorcycle magazines, Sports Illustrated … guy stuff) for them to use in their scrapbooks. They agreed that if one would try it, the other would as well.
It was another good evening.
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