Kari Goes To Mississippi

Working in the lumberyard at The Green Project. How many hours are in the day? Not enough. My time here in NOLA is flying by, and I can’t seem to slow it down. Things are going really well on my project, but it’s difficult to find time to do the things I usually do, like posting this blog for instance. Thanks for your patience. Last week I started working on a duplex for a lady who is going to be living in one side with her invalid aunt that she cares for, and the other side she plans to rent to another relative. She’s a really nice lady and because she is currently renting a place across the street, I get to see her every day. We had some volunteers from an Episcopal church in Virginia come help us do some painting. They also donated a large sum of money to PNOLA, and it was nice getting to know them, and getting to show them what sorts of things their money goes towards and who exactly they’re helping. Quarter round completed. Quite a lot of this project so far has involved pa...

Jacquie, me, Ashlyn, and Ruth - downtown. Jacquie almost got beatup for wearing a Redskins jersey. Sunday morning, and I’m so thankful for the quiet. I love every single member of my team dearly, but it can become a little wearing when you sleep, eat, work, and hangout with the same 10 people every single day of every single week. It’s difficult to find a moment to yourself, because no room goes unoccupied, and we’re not allowed to leave the house unless we have at least one buddy. Because I crave and cannot function without a little alone time each day, I’ve discovered that my best option is waking up earlier than need be. Our work days don’t begin until 9am and no one else wakes up before 8am, so if I’m up by 7am, I have an entire hour to myself to drink my coffee and read my book in peace. I guess the functionality of difficult living situations depends on adaptability. My temporary home. This is one of those weeks with no days off due to ISPs (Independent Service Projects)...