We got our primer today, which means a couple things: the walls are starting to look like something I’d be okay with in my own house now that the patches of mud are disappearing, and paint is suspiciously appearing on our clothes (we can thank Brett exclusively for the latter, though he’s been a big help with the former as well). 1,950 more words
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Leonard owns the house that we’re working in, and he’s probably a mid-forties or fifties Lakota man. He wears his long hair back in a low pony tail that curls into a perfect corkscrew at the ends. 1,277 more words
Somehow, I always manage to salvage a quiet introverted moment before I throw myself into a big trip. Subconsciously, I think I know that I’ll need the extra time alone to charge up for the thing coming. 735 more words
I think that I’ve officially found a (temporary) theme for my blog! Or at least something of substance that will keep me posting regularly.
As I’ve probably mentioned before, I help run these career-focused summer day camps for high school students through the university that I go to. 635 more words