Well today's post is a tad odd. It has to comprise tomorrow and our day today sans our antics tonight in New Orleans. Yesterday was just a tad monotonous for everyone in our group. We were split into two groups, one sent to paint a house and the other to lay floors. Neither of these tasks could be considered pain-staking, crippling, arduous, enlightening, or cathartic. But, house painting and floor lying can both be considered dull. Hours pass by in time lapses of what feels like seconds to what feels like decades. Four hours of flooring can go by in what seems to be 15 minutes, while the next three hours leave you feeling that your hair must have turned gray and your skin wrinkled by the time you've concluded. House painting is equally mind-melting, painting spot after spot a house that to the naked eye looks completed. Non-perfectionists should be terrified of any task falling into the touch-up category. The most laborious people will find themselves suddenly staring into space thinking about what they would look like if they were a cat, or how would they feel if they found out they were actually from an ancient race of previously undiscovered mer-people. While laying floors we made the discovery that after the past week in Mississippi we now know the words and lyrical analyses of each and every country song on the top charts. Who knew that dirt roads, beer, fish, trucks, bars, and pretty ladies could fuel an entire genre of music?! After our brains had turned to mush we cleaned up ate dinner and went out for a night on the town. We went to the Mockingbird Cafe, a local café, bar, and venue that we'd been anticipating all week. We got delicious, much needed caffeinated libations and sat outside, listening to the live Mississippi blues. Stephen, one of our foremen/bestie, came to join us for the night. After we had our fill of the music at the Mockingbird, we moved along to Tripani's where we split into two groups. One group listened to (some seriously terrible) live music, while the rest of us walked the coast, explored an abandoned church (real scary, kids) and chilled on a bridge. We reconvened and walked to the beach as a group. A couple kids got real tuckered out and went back to the dorms, while the rest of us went and sat on a newly minted sea-wall. We sat in silence and listened to the waves for at least a half an hour (a major accomplishment for our chatty Cathy group.) We each left one by one, feeling like collegiate beach Buddhas, centered and in touch with our deepest spirit.
Today was our last day of work for habitat and it was quite bittersweet. Our group split in two again, one to paint and touch up a house, while the rest did flooring. We all had a lovely time! Our foremen definitely were giving us some easy jobs since it was our last day. We also got to take the scenic route when driving back and forth from house to house. We spent our day painting and riding along the coast line to load and unload the habitat trucks. Our day was filled with harmony, serious group love, and laughter (real greeting card material right here.) Now we are cleansing ourselves of dirt and grime in preparation for the ultimate night in NEW ORLEANS. The members of KISS and the people of Bourbon Street have no idea what's coming for them.
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