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the past week looked like virginia. (for four years now, i have led a service trip of yoots to the eastern shore in june. tiny episcopalians crammed on a roof. bugs. laughing, mostly at my expense, and mostly in the form of tiny episcopalians putting my toothbrush in a cup of water in the freezer. this past week was about service. and a sunburned head and no sleep and nailing a new roof over an old woman's crumbling house. and too many games of two-truths-and-a-lie.)

the next week looks like panama. (my dad, sisters and i are going for ten days to panama city with an inter-faith service group to build houses. my houses will probably be poetic and unstable. i anticipate pranks, mostly because my sister sarah hasn't traveled anywhere in the past decade without bringing along her fake vomit. this next week is about service. and nursing a newly vaccinated arm and no sleep and nailing a new roof over some panamanian's crumbling house. and too much rum?)

this, now, looks like my mother's pillowcase. (i have a day between virginia and panama, and so i am in baltimore at my mom's house. today is about catching up on sleep retroactively and preemptively. and a shared coke with my mom. and using her laundry detergent because mine is travel sized and only to be used in a sink in a developing country. )

these are busy times, dearhearts.