Normal Day

No days are ever really "normal" out here, but I figured I could let you in on some of the more ordinary things that I do out here. The picture is of truck 1 here at the Y, and it is one of the two trucks that we drive in janitorial. The other truck is nicer because it doesn't drive like it is shaking apart and the radio works, but I like truck 1 because it is old skool. Plus we found a tape of old 80's music recorded off the radio back in the 80's that actually plays in tape deck 1.

My project group, which is kinda like an iteam or a small group, hangs out and does stuff on Mondays. It is comprised mostly of Texans. Therefore I've been hanging out with a lot of Texans, y'all, but I'm fixin' to avoid picking up a Texas accent. There are also a couple of people from Wiscansin too, so I was thinkin' aboot the fact that the accents might cancel out. Overall, they're a pretty cool group. I like them.

The food out here is pretty good, but lunches are usually better than dinner because I like greasy food that's bad for you. Plus they serve corn dogs and philly cheese steak at the same meal all the time. Oh the agony! Which one do I pick?!

Other than that we've got warm days and cool nights; sunsets behind snowy peaks waiting to be climbed; more pine trees than you can count and more elk than guests can capture on film; squirels without tails and mountain beavers called marmots; thin air and steep hills; stars like you can't imagine that blend into porch lights on the mountain side; adventure and rest; more things to do than a day will hold; new books, new songs, and new friends; a new appreciation for old books, old songs, and old friends; and time with God so thick that I had never imagined it.