I was whooped when we got home yesterday. By the time I'd put the teardrop in its place and (with Pam's help) unpacked it I had nothing left. Just enough energy to write those few paragraphs of last night's post. I was in bed by 7:45 and slept until almost 6:30, something unheard of for me.
Lovely, don't you think?
The very good news: no damage to anything and only some very minor soreness today.
I spent most of the day doing the demo on the teardrop. The guy who built that thing must have planned on riding it into the great apocalypse. Between the nails, screws, adhesive and 1/2" bolts getting it apart was almost as hard as getting it put together.
I had wondered if I was taking too drastic a step by consigning it to the county disposal site. But after taking it apart I now know it was worse than I thought. The moisture that was causing delamination of the plywood sides had gone down to the OSB subfloor which was so soft I could pull it apart with my hands in places. If not already present mold was coming soon.
It's now down to the Harbor Freight frame. I have to clean the adhesive off (grinder) and then I can start reconstruction of its new incarnation.
Sometimes even after a pastor has moved on he feels a strong sense of care over some of the sheep of his former flock. Two of those sheep were at the reunion last Sunday. Since Sunday's picnic I'm seriously bothered by the challenge they're facing. After a successful battle with cancer her numbers are again a concern. She's beginning another round of treatment that will continue for the next four months in the hopes that tests will show improvement.
Two more gentle and sweet people than this husband and wife you'll never find. I had the honor to walk with them through some very difficult stretches and that's one of the reasons I feel a strong bond with them.
That's the hard part about going from one church to another. You leave people behind physically but not emotionally.
I'm praying for them.
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