I'm in a bit of a quandary at the moment. I am currently volunteering for Habitat for Humanity building a house for a mother with 3 children. I enjoy the work and the people but at the same time they are driving me crazy. I just don't know how to escape the human experience haha.
Here's the problem: A lot of the volunteers are limited in their construction abilities, and most of them are old, 60's, 70's, 80's even. It physically pains me to watch them make mistakes or to use methodologies that take 4 times as long to do simple tasks. I've tried to be helpful but I don't want to come across as an asshole correcting everyone all of the time. So I sit back and watch them fuck up something or do a technique wrong that has no benefit knowing we'll just have to do it again. The biggest mistake I see them make is getting the order of operations wrong so that whatever task they do negates the next step or highly complicates the following procedures. So many of the drawbacks we've encountered could have been easily prevented if a couple of minor procedures had been done first. Every time I turn my back to focus on something I return to them re-doing something or being oblivious to what they just screwed up.
Collectively, they are all great people. And the final product so far has been corrected enough that it's fine structurally. But as I watched them yesterday undoing all of my prep work (for their success) I finally confided to another volunteer that this place was driving me crazy. His response? Me too, I'm going home. At least two of us understand.
Last of the big timber for the treehouse. Each of the TABS (tree attachment bolts) supposedly are rated for at least 5,000 lbs a piece so in theory I could load them for 20,000 lbs since I have four of them. I even called the manufacturer to confirm because these timbers are heavy. He said even if they were to fail, which they won't, they would bend rather than shear off. I'm thinking of building a bend indicator just to allay my fears because of the shear amount of mass I'm adding to this build.
Found this beauty next to my garden. Harmless milk snake, may he find many mice to dine upon. My useless cat certainly isn't helping. I took a hoe and picked him up to move him across a fence so I wouldn't mow over him. Just as docile as he could be.
I helped out an Amish family whose house got taken out by a small tornado. You could see exactly where the tornado touched down and it was a perfect straight line to the house and another house down the hill. Then it lifted, almost as if it had two targets and mission accomplished.
I was there the first day of clean-up and we probably had about 60 people show up to help. It was impressive what got done. I left after 7 hours and they were still working hard. By day three, they were already rebuilding the house. All of the accolades about resourcefulness and hard work about the Amish are true.
One of the boys found this fawn in the debris, no sign of the mother. He took it home to take care of it.