Mudding continues at Seal Street, and seems endless. But we are able to begin sanding, which breaks the monotony. The challenge, however, is that sanding reveals flaws that need to be patched with mud, which means waiting for it to dry and sanding it again. Our kindly chef, Heather, delighted us with pastries in mid-morning, and we welcomed the chance to enjoy them outside.
Lunch at the beach was another highlight for us (are you getting the drift of our priorities?), but unfortunately we attracted a huge flock of seagulls. One of them snatched the very sandwich out of Sarah's hand, and we were dive-bombed mercilessly.
Stories of catastrophic injuries are circulating, though mercifully none of them are true. Doug's amputated finger was, in fact, only a blood blister....
Back at BBM, "appreciations" are rapidly accumulating on the lounge wall. Ryan started this tradition last year, and it's a wonderful one. We write tiny little notes showing our (anonymous) appreciation for another person and stick them on the wall. It's heartwarming to see the impact that little acts of kindness have on others.
Tonight Gary led us in practicing the hymns we'll share at the Missionary Baptist Church tomorrow night. We're surprisingly tuneful, and I'm sure we all appreciate Gary for selecting familiar and sing-able songs.
Unfortunately, our hard-working chef has just been ordered off her feet after dinner tonight, due to a serious circulatory problem in her right foot that needs immediate medical attention. With great regret we are putting her on a plane to Hartford on Wednesday morning. No one, however, is more disappointed than our beloved Heather. We will all pray for her safe travels and swift recovery, and urge our blog followers to do likewise.
On a lighter note, our campers will henceforth be subject to the amazing culinary magic of Karen, Rita and myself, and we will suffer no insults, thank you very much! Hope to have more photos tomorrow -- too much going on tonight.
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