Down in the Holler

Last night we went to Leo's Pub to watch the Red Sox game. It was right after our delicious Jambalaya by Chef Thadeous and our co-led worship by Mr. & Mrs. Hathaway. We tripled the regular attendance at the bar and had to inform them that the World Series was happening. But luck would have it that they had a big screen tv and we were all able to gather around with our $5 pitchers of beer. The only one that was disappointed that the Red Sox won was Bill who was hoping to return to Leo's for another night.

We began our work in Hunger's Creek holler this morning. A small house that we think was once a mobile home. One crew took down the old front porch roof and another group began caulking (Trish would be proud!) and painting the house. The house is a nice tropical greenish blue - a color much more likely to be found in the Caribbean but now it's all over our clothes and hands. Since we were caulking and painting, Lisle took out the blue tape and to mark all of our mistakes to bring back memories from Shreveport.

In between painting, caulking, and digging holes for footings, a few of us did some recreational activites - cartwheels and catch with a football. We finished up early due to a lack of supplies but we plan on working hard at eating ice-cream, taking a few naps, and sitting by the fire.