One Picture an Hour

Several months back Chelsea, from the Dearilou blog, put out a couple of posts in which she captured her day in pictures.  One per hour, to be exact.  I thought I'd try my hand at it.

It turns out, actually, that she's a lot better at it than I am, because I forgot about it in the evening so the whole thing ends prematurely.  I'll be giving it another college try in the future.

I decided to capture yesterday (Wednesday, the 2nd) this way because we were going to a Habitat for Humanity site to help out for the first half of the day (successful).  Then we were meeting friends for vegetarian pho and fun times (unsuccessful).  Keep in mind that these shots aren't at the hour, necessarily, they're just within the hour.  I tried to keep them pretty well spaced apart.

7am:  Kitty.  Every morning begins, for me, by feeding Ava.  She actually gets upset by about 6am, because she gets fed on workdays by 5:15am.

8am:  Pack.  Lunch is ready to go.  Dried apples and raw almonds (to share as a snack), homemade whole wheat bread, raw broccoli and snap peas, hummus, and a cara cara orange.  Ian packed a salad, homemade whole wheat bread and a pink grapefruit.

9am:  Dig.  We have our task.  We're to dig a trench here for the phone and cable lines.  

The day on the site started as I expected, we stood in a half circle and listened as the leaders explained the project and a little about Habitat for Humanity itself (for us new kids).  Then they divided us into groups for jobs.

10am:  Progress.  Four of us are working on this.  Ian and I and a Tanzanian couple who will soon be home owners via Habitat.

11am:  Oops.  Ian strikes the power cable (to the trailer) with the pick.  Apparently it wasn't a big deal and it was fixed about 20 minutes later.

12pm:  2nd wind.  After our lunch break, Ian is ready to power through the 15 or so more minutes left on the trench.

1pm:  Mud.  After we finish digging the trench (a muddy job) we're asked to pick up scrap wood and shingles from around the site and take them to the dumpster (unexpectedly, an even muddier job).

2pm:  Menial.  They start to run our of work for us, so they give us the task of gathering, tying and hanging the power cords.

3pm.  Tired.  After a morning of very satisfying labor in on and off rain and an afternoon of odd jobs around the site, Ian and I start to drag ass.  Luckily, the feeling hits right as it's time to go home.  This picture doesn't seem to capture the muddiness of these shoes that I've owned since 12th grade.

The day ended without any good bye, recap, or finishing statement.  Not that we needed a hoopla, but it was sort of like everyone just bailed at the end.  No camaraderie.

4pm:  Play.  We're not home much, so if we are home, it's likely that we're using the opportunity to play with/pet/cuddle Ava.

5pm:  Relax.  Before heading out to meet Phil and Charlotte for dinner (at 6)  we take a little time to chill.  I, on the computer and Ian, playing PS2.  Which is happening at this very moment, too.

It stops there.  If I had continued like I had intended, it would have been something like this:

6pm:  Food.  Spring rolls, summer rolls and pho all around.

7pm: Miscommunication.  Everyone gets everything they ordered because they point at the menu.  Except Phil.  He doesn't point to the menu when he orders his strawberry smoothie, so he doesn't get it.  Even though he tried politely for an hour. 

8pm: Movie.  The four of us decide to go to the Laurelhurst Theatre and see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows Part 1.  Beer is had and so are good times.

9pm:  Dark.  I'm not sure how I would have managed to take a picture of us watching a movie without being the world's biggest ass.

10pm:  Sleepy.  I fall asleep for a few minutes in the middle of the movie.  Cut me some slack, I get up early.  This would also have been a difficult photograph.

11pm: Still.  As in, we are still in the movie.  Because it's Harry Potter and it takes time.

12am:  Voodoo?  Ian and I argue over whether to go over to Voodoo Donuts.  Vegan fritter, anyone?  We didn't.  So, this picture would probably be of been of my sad face.