Sandbagging today was interesting. The first day seems to be the most rough - no one has the groove down yet, and the new students are lost and unfocused. I'm just thankful that so many people remember our awesome techniques from last year and are ready to start right where we left off!
Today, I sandbagged with an awesome ten year old kid named Blake. We were working on his house, and it was incredible to see him lifting thirty-pound sandbags for four hours. He kept saying he just wanted to make sure his mom wouldn't lose her home. And I kept thinking, "It's your home too, pal."
Things are going well so far. The river is up to twenty-eight feet, and it's worrying that it is rising faster than we can sandbag. Oh well, we do what we can, right?
Tomorrow is sandwich-making day! Hurrah.
