Recently our base director, Stan, penciled in a work day for the missionaries at the IDT base. May is an ideal time for something like this because we don't get any groups. We don't have any in November, either, but that would just be cold and miserable, and I, for one, wouldn't come.
I came to this one, however. And, true to form, I got all painty. Not that I mind. The biggest project was repainting the dorms. We have fourteen of them, all the size of an old single housebuild (um... 12x12? I don't actually know). Some years ago, one of the leadership guys (who will continue unnamed...) voted that IDT paint all the buildings a wonderful, sky blue. Bright. Sky. Blue. Since the aforementioned unnamed had clout (and, lets face it, everyone agreed with him), the buildings (dorms, school, bathrooms, workshops) all got painted blue. And it was kind of good, because you could see them from miles away. And giving directions was easy, because all you had to say was 'the one with all the blue buildings' and everybody knew what you were talking about.
No more, friends. The colors now are olive and, um, dark olive. Very soothing. As you
can see. And we got twelve of them painted. And we would have gotten all fourteen, except we ran out of paint. You know, the olive one. Of course, there was more done than just that. Like the trim around the dining hall and church. And some sort of thing over the front door. What are those called? The top of a front porch. One of those. Very pretty.I liked this whole shindig, because it seems to me that the more work you put into something, the more inclined you will be to take care of it. Hopefully, that will be the case with us.
Though I don't think I would like to get all painty too often. Getting it out of your hair is such a pain.
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