In Which I Basically Ramble About My Feelings

Originally I wrote two paragraphs ranting.  This isn't supposed to be how I feel it is.
Third time at Tule Ponds.  Pulling weeds again.  Boring, but fun.  It's satisfactory.  I fished a few plastics out of the pond with a shovel.  I was afraid the ducklings would choke on them.

Bottom left corner used to have weeds.
Not going to lie, I almost fell into the pond trying to get out
a lollipop wrapper.

We sang and danced and did our merry making.  I keep getting gloves but not using them, because not only do the gloves not properly fit my hands, it has no grip.  I pulled out a bunch of weeds and I started sweating and I ate a cookie sandwich during break and then we posed in the toy castle in the parking lot then I went home and afterwards I watched the Avengers and then I went on Tumblr and Youtube and then I went to sleep.  So it goes.

The person on the left is the supervisor.  He's pretty cool.

Reading "On The Rainy River" by Tim O'brien, Kurt Vonnegut's "Slaughterhouse-Five" and working on the first-hand accounts of veterans and, admittedly, watching a superhero movie at the same time as the equity project is making me think.  Aren't these tasks mundane?  Pulling out a weed, making syrups for pregnant women, draining blood from pig corpses...aren't all these things so small compared to fighting in a war for the freedom and safety of others or fighting an alien race with your recently assembled group of super powered people?  It makes me feel insignificant.  Of course I'm insignificant, there's about six billion people on this planet alone.  How do I benefit Earth?  By pulling out a weed.  And yes, that does help in the final count: one less thing too worry about.  But I suppose that's just the way it goes, I guess I'll never be important enough to change the world, to save the world.  To save more than a simple flower.  Unless I do something to change that.