Friday 12-31-04
I am sure that right now the gang back home is getting ready to head over to Chris' house, white elephant gift in tow. They'll watch a movie or two, a pancreas mug and Mr. Bubbles will be exchanged, the ball will drop and they will drink their sparkling grape juice. Several inches of snow on the ground, below freezing temperature and even colder wind chill. I am not there this time. I am sitting on a flimsy, squeaky bed with a thin, stained mattress in a cockroach and gecko infested room in a building missing half a roof, in a country where it is currently mid seventies and white elephant gifts would be frivilous... New Year's in Jamaica. Not party-on the beach tourist Jamaican New Year's Eve, go to church with the locals Jamaican New Year's Eve. Today at the worksite there was nothing to do other than play with the kids because the carpenter (whose name is Mr. Wood), Moose, Troy, and Jesse finished the scafolding and Mr. Wood made the rafters and they all hoisted them up.
We're hoping by Monday we'll have the materials to start plastering. I'm not myself here. I've been so subdued.
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