Darco came home last night exclaiming that someone backed into the Mazda3 while she was driving it.
This is what I found this morning…
Driver who backed into her doesn’t have insurance.
Clothes put away.
Both electrical lighting issues resolved compliments of Jim saving me this morning (rewarded with donuts).
See? This is the beauty of knowing that your parents are coming over to your place; it forces you to get up and get cleaning.
Next? Dying the hair blue.
Recently I’ve been trying to figure out what fun I could have with the shrubbery that’s currently growing on my face. I haven’t shaved my beard, or trimmed it, since…April I think? I’m not going to trim it down to ‘normal’ again until the day before school starts this year (August 13th).
This means that I’ve got approximately seven weeks to mess around. Today, I stumbled across a spammy piece of internet material that had to do with a growing trend of men dying their beards blue. I did the math and realized that I have the time to do something this foolish and still have fun. So, the vote was started on Facebook and it currently stands at 7-2 in favor of dying my hair a teal, neon blue. I have the people to assist with the proper knowledge and the supplies is available.
I’m thinking this weekend…
Come on, when was the last time you did something reckless and fun?
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Home is a success.
Keeping it short tonight.
Six hours later we returned home.
Me with a runny nose.
After showering and changing clothes, Darco and I headed back into the city for a wedding.
Now we’re finally home…
Now I’m officially sick…
What day is it,
And in what hour?
The clock never felt so alive.
I’ve completely lost track of time down in southern Missouri. I’ve given up on tracking the days and instead I’ll just go with the flow.
The group had a unique opportunity on Tuesday. Down the road is a city called Poplar Bluff. Here one can find a halfway-house situation for women recovering from addiction (addiction to drugs and alcohol is a serious pandemic in the area). We have several female youth with us, and they were beyond thrilled to be able to work with this home called “Recycling Grace”. A few ladies were kind enough to share their stories, and a few hugs, with the group.
At “Recycling Grace” the organization has been allotted several rental properties throughout the community. Our crews main task was to work with paint scrapers and wire brushes on the porch of one of the rental properties.
To show you how skiddish some people are, we had started on the porch of this duplex when this woman, in nothing but a towel, steps outside in broad daylight fearing she’s being robbed by us (paint scrapers near windows do that I suppose).
I’m still amazed at how easy it is to pack up, grab a passport, and disappear to another country as a missionary, when in so many ways, the same problems plague our own communities.
We’re mulching again tomorrow. The heat hasn’t stopped us yet.
It’s not even 6:00AM on Friday morning, and I’m staring at the ceiling. Like all good things, this trip is drawing to an end.
Last night was one of the more humorous events of the entire week. Armed with a snow-cone machine and some giant, neon poster boards, we took the crew to the local baseball complex.
Simple. Give away free snow-cones.
Darco, armed with syrup pumps (funny how God uses barista training), started dishing out the cones. The rest of us vanished into the streets and parking lots letting people know about the opportunity (note: growing out the beard has one drawback…a grown man with a beard, telling kids about free snow-cones at a park…borderline creepy).
In total we served up 250 snow-cones, made several new friends through the kids showing up, and were thoroughly blessed by cooler weather and a nice southern breeze. This was a nice change up from the 102℉ we witnessed while throwing mulch on Wednesday. Interesting factoid though, our group was able to successfully disperse all mulch to all playgrounds throughout the school district. With no heat sickness, and no injuries with the pitchforks being used. That’s rather impressive in my book. Personally, I get so much joy doing physical labor as a service. I’m thinking that’s because I’ve been going that route on missions for years.
It’s 6:00AM, time to shower, eat, pack, and hit the road.
Next stop, home.