Day 3
This morning everyone finally admitted to feeling the aftereffects of the previous nights dinner. Luckily I had suffered the worst of it before going to bed and now I was feeling relatively fine. Most of the rest of our crew weren't so lucky. Pastor Blair, Heather, and myself seemed to be good enough to work while the rest barely made it through breakfast. This was also the morning that the rest of our BArnard group was flying in. Dustin stayed behind in the morning to pick up Kate, Kaitlyn, and Gillian from the airport while the rest of us drove out to the work site.
Most of the day for me was spent tearing apart the rest of the master bath with a sledghammer. I noticed there didn't seem to be many people working in the house and quickly realized both Kjersta and Susan were sleeping in the car, resting their stomachs. That left the rest of us pretty short handed and it was slow going for most of the day. Luckily Dustin came by at 1:00 with the reinforcements. Inroductions were made and we gave them a tour of what was left of the house. They turned out to be a huge help since they could finally clear out all the debris we had created on the floor. I also had a chance to rummage around in the attic to check for mold damage on the cieling. There was usual attic memerobilia scattered around the space, but also some sweet ass vinyl records including: various Fat Boys LP's, Jermaine Jackson solo album, ACDC Back in Black, and Survivor. I had no idea somene could have such an eclectic taste in mid-80's pop/rock/hip hop music. Unfortunately, the cieling was fine and I wasn't given the chance to litterally jump through it from the attic :(
The house was coming along quickly and while we were working, a vagabond crew with a back-hoe and a skid steer loader seemed to have found our pile on the street and tossed it in their dump truck within an hour or so. It was pretty cool that road crews were just wandering the streets for this exact reason.
Before we knew it, it was 4:00 and quitting time. We all loaded up into the minivan and on the ride back to Christ the King, we explained to kate that the Diva radio station would have to take precedence over any preference she might have for another genre. (She eventually came around to see the light, and besides, her preference was for country, booooo). Once we got back, a mad dash was made for the showers as usual. Have I told you about the showers? I don't think so. As you can imagine, the curch we were staying at wasn't built to accomodate 50 people living it. so there weren't really any showers to speak of. So they brought in this mobile trailer thing that was actually pretty nice inside and had 3 showers each for the guys and girls. Thankfully for me, Dustin and I were the only guys in our particular group so we generally always had an open shower when we got back. We shower, sympathize with the sick people and play a round of Whist before dinner that night.
Dinner was a very suspicious affair in which the people in charge assured us that it wasn't the food that casued all the sickness, but something that was brought by one of the volunteers and contracted by touch. My own cnsipiracy theory says "nice try", but it's too coincidental that only the vegitarians were unharmed. Still, we were too hungary to argue and I tried to eat as much as possible like usual. Devotions seemed to be lasting increasingly longer each night as more and more people wanted to relate what they experienced that day. Now I'm all for sharing experiences but theres only so many people that can reflect on the significance of carying out a ruined photo album and saying "we are the hand and feet of God", before it gets repititious. Maybe we were the hands and feet of God, but could we not find a different way to phrase it so everyone didn't seem so cult-ish. I've always considered myself more of God's spleen than anything. We're both vaguely aware of each other but not entirely sure we need the other. It should be noted though, that most of the people who had come as volunteers were part of the Missouri Synod, which apparantly is a much more conservative faction of the Lutheran community. I had no idea there were factions within the community at all. Regardless, the group conversation is stretching my ability to pay attention without drifting into Diva mode and singing "Don't Rock the Boat Baby" in my head. Hopefully my subtle grooving didn't attract too much attention as I slowly bobbed my head to the rythem of Gloria Gaynor, and the Bee Gee's.
Once back at our own church, we played more cards until about 10:30 and went to bed. The new girls went with Pastor Blair to go to Wal Mart to buy a radio and some batteries. Apparantly grooving time was going to be extended to all day long. Not just in the car. Good times.
Most of the day for me was spent tearing apart the rest of the master bath with a sledghammer. I noticed there didn't seem to be many people working in the house and quickly realized both Kjersta and Susan were sleeping in the car, resting their stomachs. That left the rest of us pretty short handed and it was slow going for most of the day. Luckily Dustin came by at 1:00 with the reinforcements. Inroductions were made and we gave them a tour of what was left of the house. They turned out to be a huge help since they could finally clear out all the debris we had created on the floor. I also had a chance to rummage around in the attic to check for mold damage on the cieling. There was usual attic memerobilia scattered around the space, but also some sweet ass vinyl records including: various Fat Boys LP's, Jermaine Jackson solo album, ACDC Back in Black, and Survivor. I had no idea somene could have such an eclectic taste in mid-80's pop/rock/hip hop music. Unfortunately, the cieling was fine and I wasn't given the chance to litterally jump through it from the attic :(
The house was coming along quickly and while we were working, a vagabond crew with a back-hoe and a skid steer loader seemed to have found our pile on the street and tossed it in their dump truck within an hour or so. It was pretty cool that road crews were just wandering the streets for this exact reason.
Before we knew it, it was 4:00 and quitting time. We all loaded up into the minivan and on the ride back to Christ the King, we explained to kate that the Diva radio station would have to take precedence over any preference she might have for another genre. (She eventually came around to see the light, and besides, her preference was for country, booooo). Once we got back, a mad dash was made for the showers as usual. Have I told you about the showers? I don't think so. As you can imagine, the curch we were staying at wasn't built to accomodate 50 people living it. so there weren't really any showers to speak of. So they brought in this mobile trailer thing that was actually pretty nice inside and had 3 showers each for the guys and girls. Thankfully for me, Dustin and I were the only guys in our particular group so we generally always had an open shower when we got back. We shower, sympathize with the sick people and play a round of Whist before dinner that night.
Dinner was a very suspicious affair in which the people in charge assured us that it wasn't the food that casued all the sickness, but something that was brought by one of the volunteers and contracted by touch. My own cnsipiracy theory says "nice try", but it's too coincidental that only the vegitarians were unharmed. Still, we were too hungary to argue and I tried to eat as much as possible like usual. Devotions seemed to be lasting increasingly longer each night as more and more people wanted to relate what they experienced that day. Now I'm all for sharing experiences but theres only so many people that can reflect on the significance of carying out a ruined photo album and saying "we are the hand and feet of God", before it gets repititious. Maybe we were the hands and feet of God, but could we not find a different way to phrase it so everyone didn't seem so cult-ish. I've always considered myself more of God's spleen than anything. We're both vaguely aware of each other but not entirely sure we need the other. It should be noted though, that most of the people who had come as volunteers were part of the Missouri Synod, which apparantly is a much more conservative faction of the Lutheran community. I had no idea there were factions within the community at all. Regardless, the group conversation is stretching my ability to pay attention without drifting into Diva mode and singing "Don't Rock the Boat Baby" in my head. Hopefully my subtle grooving didn't attract too much attention as I slowly bobbed my head to the rythem of Gloria Gaynor, and the Bee Gee's.
Once back at our own church, we played more cards until about 10:30 and went to bed. The new girls went with Pastor Blair to go to Wal Mart to buy a radio and some batteries. Apparantly grooving time was going to be extended to all day long. Not just in the car. Good times.