Team 'Wood

I went back to the volunteering today, which was much fun. Most of Team 'Wood was there (we're donating our volunteer hours to our friend whose nickname is Wood) and he took us out to lunch and I FINALLY got my red beans & rice. We are totally rocking on the house - it went from last week of putting up blocks and then filling in the foundation and finally the flooring and then the walls - now we're actually putting up roof trusses and tomorrow we are actually roofing and putting on the patio. The guy who is getting the house was there today working, so that was fun. He's a jazz saxophonist and seems to be a nice guy.

I took an afternoon break and stopped by Jazz Leader's house when I saw he was home, and I'm glad I did because he was a little down about student teaching - and if there's anything I know about, it's that. And everybody was so happy there to see me, his sons jumping up to throw their arms around me. They are all so welcoming. [And it makes it difficult for me to have much patience of the people who bitch and moan about little stupid things when people who have lost everything can be so kind and generous. I'm becoming a no-complaint zone.]

When I looked in the mirror at the lunchtime restaurant, I thought, "Oh my soul, how are these people willing to be seen with me in public?" Let's just say, that when I felt chafing under my arms and worried about sunburn or a rough sleeve - nope, it was a bunch of dirt! Yuck! No holds barred when I'm building!

So, I went to Target and when I was leaving I noticed this guy walking near me, and when I got to my truck I got a whole pick-up routine. I was like, "Dude, I look completely filthy from building houses all day, and you keep calling me pretty and want my phone number?!" Then I went to the grocery store and some guy chatted me up in the produce department, and on the drive home all sorts of people were smiling and waving at me.

WTF?! So, apparently the tired dirty construction look suits me. Almost makes me not want to shower.

Almost.