Volunteers . . . my favorite flower

This summer, well, since July, I've been volunteering because I am unemployed. I volunteered with Basic Rights Oregon, donated blood, went to Orientation with Community Cycling Center and picked fruit with the Portland Fruit Tree Project.
How do I feel?

I feel lucky and productive. However, it really is one of those thankless things.
I'm not a bleeding heart liberal. I do do things for my self. I like to give back. If I have the time, why not?

I rode 39 miles in one day. The most I have ever done probably. I rode past fields of tall dry grass and picturesque blue mountains that stood majestic behind them. I sang songs to myself and whistled without a care. When the mood struck me I stopped in the shade and drank water. After consuming an apple I tucked it neatly away in the weeds for nature to take care of my waste. It was beautiful. It was a challenge. By the time the weekend was done I had ridden 67 miles. My goal of riding more than 80 was not reached. I felt accomplished though. I was proud. I built an Eiffel Tower out of Popsicle sticks. Because Popsicle sticks is what I had.