I went for a run this morning; I needed the energy and endorphin boost after yesterday. I almost jumped in the sea at the end. It's getting hot!
I've been fretting about the future of Breech Without Borders. COVID-19 has made it clear that we can't rely solely on breech workshops to keep us running. If another wave hits, or if not enough people sign up, we are out of business. So it's time to start applying for grants.
Today I finished a long project of going through hundreds of private foundations that give grant money for medical education or maternal/child health. I've now read through all of the foundations' mission statements, endowment size and annual giving, exclusions and inclusions. And of course organized it all into a spreadsheet.
The next step is to select the first round of foundations to apply to, starting with ones that have a generous annual giving rate and that are a good match.
Today wasn't all work, though. We spent a few hours swimming and soaking up the sun.
A group of police were making their way down the beach when we arrived, reminding everyone that they were not allowed to sit--only walk or swim. Maybe 1 in 20 people actually followed those instructions once the police moved on. We all knew it was a lost cause, police included.
To our credit, we were mostly active: swimming, playing on the retaining wall, pounding bits of pottery into powder that the kids use as makeup, or stacking rocks and other found objects into patterns.
Eric went spearfishing and caught a sea bass (loup) which turned into sushi this evening. Yum.
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