Morning, day 3

Good morning, blog-ees! I woke up this morning with a new awareness of some old(er) muscles and joints. Yesterday was devoted to nail pulling: I am the BADDEST nail puller on the planet!!! These nails were all below the 4-foot (or so) level that had been de-sheetrocked by Monday's team, at Renetta's house. While I was pulling, others were continuing the de-sheetrocking in other rooms. It is messy, noisy work, but satisfying when that last piece of sheetrock, lathe and plaster comes down, or when that particularly stubborn nail finally gives way!

Renetta was there all day, outside most of the time. Occasionally, I tried to put myself in her position: How would I feel to have a crew of strangers inside MY house, beating at the walls with mini-sledge hammers, ripping out the baseboards with crowbars, hauling out the kitchen counter (okay - truthfully, if anyone has a desire to haul out my current kitchen counter, I'll let you know when!), and pulling nails out with great creaks and groans. And this on top of the trauma of (1) the initial flooding, (2) being kept out of the house by officials for a month, (3) the shock of finally returning to find mold crawling up the walls, and (4) the financial straits she's facing. No wonder she's watching carefully, but from a distance. And multiply this by many, many, many New Orleanians and others in the Katrina/Rita swath. Send positive, supportive thoughts this way by the truckload: They desperately need the emotional boost!

I'm off to a new site today, for new adventures and insights, and maybe to discover yet other previously unknown muscles and joints!

Diva Dot