Another quiet day. It looks like Sarah and Sam will be coming again on Friday--and Saturday we'll meet with George Roof to figure out a plan of action.
Logan, who did so much work last year, was supposed to stop by this afternoon with his daughter Gabrielle. At around 4:30 or 5:00, I someone out front. It was not Logan, but Dustin Pittenger, one of the young men I'd recruited in my massive cleaning efforts last year (you can read about his activities in postings for June whatever dates).
He was with two friends--they've all just graduated high school--and would be happy to do a little work. I showed him some of the tasks waiting to be done--and he seemed interested enough. Last year he had worked with his brother, Corey--who has various injured body parts and won't be working just yet.
And speaking of injured, after Dustin headed down to the lake with his friends, I called Logan and learned that he'd broken four ribs falling off a --what is it called--four wheeler?--that he was racing around on this afternoon. Oh the accidents of this world. "It's all good, it is what it is," said Logan.
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