6:00am the southern sun rises through the Alabama cedars. And youth leaders wake up their adopted children as they see fit.
6:30am Boys leaf through dirty socks for the cleanest ones, girls comb their hair, do their make up, clip their nails, hem their skirts and tidy up the trailer.
6:35am Sandwiches are hastily slapped together and poor decisions are made at the lunch making table that are sure to be regretted at noon.
7:30am After a hearty breakfast and short devotional we all wake up. The vehicles are packed with chain saws, gas and workers. Some drive 5 minutes, some drive 45. Work commences, sweat flows, skid steers roar and the volunteers pepper the crew chiefs with questions.
12:00pm ish. Lunch bags are handed out and precious water is consumed as if by camels.
5:00pm. The volunteers arrive back at base except for Neil's crew which always arrives late. Short showers are all that can be taken to remove dirt and sweat and sawdust and poisonous creatures.
6:00pm Supper is consumed by a pack of wolves.
6:30-8:00pm A group plays a sorry game of 21 until they can`t see the ball. Some relax, some walk to the store, Nolan looks as if he`s about to pass out. Poor guy.
8:00pm Debrief
8:30pm Sirens sound, people scatter. Leo claims the sirens are for him, he spends the evening with shady new friends under the bridge. He is back in his bed every morning. The rest fight off sleep. The weak are out by ten, and the stupid last till 12.
12:00am Snore SNORE snore dream twitch whimper snore rustle jerk SNORE grind mumble moan sit up cry snore wake up to sirens wonder where Leo is snore gulp itch wake up to Leo coming in snore SNORE snore...
Today for supper some people from a university cooked supper for us and another group of volunteers.
This is exactly how we feel after the long day of work.
`Rebuilding Hope`
A sad game of 21.
Mike had `noticed` that there weren`t any pictures on the blog and made the mistake of mentioning it...
So we fixed it...
Gotcha!
Written by Joel (pics and captions by Gina)
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