The Whitest Mud

We're into our second week of mudding (drywall joint compound application) at Miss Sheila's and I think it's going well. The idea is to create a perfectly uniform surface so that when it's painted, there is no evidence of the structure of the house or the work that was put into it. All I can say is, "Dad, now we can definitely fix those holes we punched in the wall."

I woke up on the beach this morning.

In my mom's old north face two person, the indigo walls and golden ceiling were filtering the sunlight; my companion wore purple hair and a yellow shirt; I unzipped the door and saw the Gulf of Mexico, blue under the sun; then I looked into her eyes and realized they were watery blue with flecks of yellow right around the pupils. Thus began my day of rest at the end of my week of rest.

Craig and I are officially drywall installation crew leaders here at lowernine.org now, as officially as anything is here anyway. Last week we only had short term volunteers for one day so everything was pretty chill. Also it was just five of us long-termers living in headquarters, and the personal space was delicious. Now we're flat out for the next six weeks: a bunch of folks just rolled in tonight and the energy they bring is palpable and enjoyable. We will have them clean and buy food while we teach them how to get people down here back into their houses, a fair exchange if you ask me.