Painting is better when shared

I’ve been helping Amy paint the kitchen and common area of the part of her sister’s house she lives in for the last two days. It’s a total blast because I get to spend tons of time with amy and we’re doing something, but it isn’t so involved that it hinders discussion. Or if there would normally be akward silence, here it’s just focused painting. And we talk about nothing at all, to some of the more meaty topics we’ve gotten into.

Paining also helps me with my craving to be a home owner. I got to fix a set of light switches, and pull down some light fixtures, not to mention the whole painting thing. So it’s arguably a very selfish thing I’m doing by helping Amy paint, but I also get to help. And she’s already cooked for me once and grabbed some wine for us to drink while we painted and her sister offered to cook dinner for us. All of which is great but totally unnecessary, I’d really be quite content just to get paint stuck in my hair while hanging with Amy.

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What I’ve Done

One of the most fulfilling things I’ve done to address poverty is to participate in the Appalachia Service Project (http://asphome.org). It’s a housing project like Habitat in the West Virginia, Virginia, Kentucky, Tennessee area that does some new construction, but mostly home repair. I went as a volunteer four years in a row, then in college I became a staff member in the summer, and then went as a group leader for several years afterwards. It’s tied loosely to the Methodist Church. I wish I could explain to you what it was like to sleep on the floor of a high school gym for a week, eat cafeteria food, and sweat my balls off in the sun and feel great every moment of it.

I’m a doer. I feel good when I help by doing, not by standing on a soap box, not by donating money. I have to get my hands in it, it has to be hard.

What I Think

Poverty is a huge topic. I’ve been lucky enough to be raised in a well-to-do family, to have an education, and to have the ability and ambition to put that education to use in gainful employment. What gets me most about living in SF now is that there are homeless guys who stand at the same spot all day begging for money. They’re there before I go to work, they’re there when I go home. It’s a job the way I see it, but they have no boss, and every patron is their customer. I wonder what the retention rate is like? But at that point, why not get a “real” job? There’s an emotional component to it, something that Amy brought to my attention. It’s something I feel like I should understand better.

Where’s Will?

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Atom and Eve

I talked more with Josh and Anne, delving into the intricacies of the metaphor for “chemistry”. Josh says that the reaction may be slow to happen. I’m pretty convinced that it either is gonna happen or it isn’t. There’s no “making” of the chemistry. And it’s a strange thing for me to come to terms with. I grew up thinking that if two people seemed like a good match, then they could foster the yet-unidentified chemistry.

All the years spent, wondering why I liked someone and not understanding how they could possibly not feel the same about me! If only I’d known! But then how do you know? What is it about a relationship that makes you say “There’s some chemistry here”? I don’t know, but I know it when I feel it. So the point is that if you can’t make it, you just have to find it.