rehearsals are over.
that should mean i no longer have to get up at 8:30 and work all the day long, finishing with just enough time to curl my hair for two intense shows.
but really it doesn't.
here in town, well really here in the west yellowstone ward, the playmill kids are a bit looked down upon, due to the fact that we shows every night, we can never attend any of the single adult activities or ward events, but most of the townsfolk think we would rather not attend. so when the bishopric called upon us (a.k.a. roger) to help with a ward service activity, roger was quick to volunteer us all and better the playmill name. he asked that all of us would meet at the theatre at 8:45 saturday morning to help.
like i said, rehearsals are over. they ended wednesday.
thursday we spent all day clearing out the "costume shop" which is really just an old raquetball court with at least a four foot layer of costumes strewn about. however, the truck that was supposed to be loaded up with all the costumes never arrived so really we just moved piles around and made one big pile then many little piles then moved those piles then made more piles.
friday we continued that project and kept moving piles all over town.
saturday i rolled out of bed at 8:28 took a quick shower and put on some "work clothes" and headed to the theatre with dan, justin, and richard where we met up with a few other playmill men and headed forth to serve. due to miscommunication we practically drove half way to bozeman before we realized the service project was actually at hebgen lake. though we had no idea quite where, we did drive past a suspicious man past holding a chain saw and waving his arms and figured that was probably the place.
the service project: chopping down trees to make fire wood for the town widows.
of this we were aware.
what we did not realize: the trees we would be chopping down were all in the section of the forest that was burnt to a crisp.
what this means: two minutes into the project we were all covered in soot. and when i say covered, i mean covered.
side note: though our clothing was covered in soot because we were hauling gigantic logs all over the place (and making all kind of piles because the truck we were supposed to load was late) our faces were covered in soot because a. we strategically shmeared war paint onto our cheeks, b. we strategically shmeared our hands all over other people faces in an attempt to be funny or c. because we forgot our hands were covered in soot and tried to strategically itch our face without getting soot on it but really just shmeared it all over.
it was hard work.
the logs were heavy, i cannot lie i am a bit sore.
i loved it.
jules and i were the only two girls who showed up, and we were told to collect the little branches and put those into more piles for the forest people to burn, but we got over that real quick and started to help haul logs with the big boys.
i loved it.
what it came down to: we were a motley crew.
two girls, probably ten playmill boys, and three men from the west yellowstone ward with chainsaws.
what does motley mean anyway? i define it as a tad pirate-esque but who really knows?
i just like the word.
after we spent a few hours hauling wood, and let me tell you the last of it was all hauled by me and julia while ten boys stood around analyzing the best way to arrange the last five pieces of wood in the truck, we drove out to someone's cabin and made a few more piles then headed home to shower and start getting ready for the show.
i've never been so dirty.
i had to wash my clothes twice.
i learned how to chop down a tree (just because you plan for it to fall one way, don't always expect it to).
i loved every minute of it (especially when i carried the biggest log in the history and then two boys followed me struggling to carry one log of equal or lesser value).
service = blessings.
rehearsals may be over, but the work never stops.
and i don't mind one bit.
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