Monday, October 16, 2017

A Pencil in His Hand

Today I had a conversation with a man I had prayed over in the early days of my mission. He works very hard to provide for his family. I have often thought how unfair the work force is over here. Twelve hour days are normal and getting only 500 pesos (approximately $10) a day is average. Of course there are the extremely wealthy, but the average person gets more or less about 500 pesos a day. This man is a hard working man who doesn't dare ever rock the boat or stop for more schooling or even look at other jobs as the odds of getting a different steady job are slim. He is cheerful, creative, and goes out of his way to do a good job and find answers to any problems that come up in the dental clinic.
When I thought about his life, the service he gives the church (he's been a bishop and is now on the  High council) the time and effort he puts in for everyone and the limited time he has with his family I asked the Lord to bless him and his family. After a few heart felt prayers the answer that came back in my mind...not incredulous.....not dismay.........surprising is the work I'm looking for. The answer was, "you are the answer you are praying for." Ah, what? ......   So I looked at this man and his family with new eyes. If I was the answer, how was I suppose to act?  I adopted the family as my own and started acting as a grandmother. I hope he didn't feel too bulldozed over as I decided how to answer my own prayers. I gave his family gifts for birthdays and then gifts for fun and finally I straight out asked him how I could be of service as his family was so far away from the office I would never be close enough to figure it out. After a few days and some really serious chats, he told me of the need for shoes and a sewing machine for his wife. (Of course he was fine and didn't need anything - typical man.)
My Clayton Valley first ward came through for me big time in helping me give a gift from our Relief Society to his wife and their Relief Society (though I later came to find out she works in Young Women's - so her efforts help a little bit younger sisters). When I went for Michael's wedding in California, my ward sent me back with three suitcases full of sewing goods.  This man's wife cried when we dropped off the shoes and sewing materials to her and the family. I flat out asked her what her husband would need and she mentioned shoes for him (which I subsequently got).
Today I heard "the rest of the story" or maybe just another chapter. This man had some unexpected bills and found there was a gap between the times his salary would kick in. He explained the problem to his wife and she used the materials from the California ward to sew up some pillow cases which she took to the market and sold and bought food for the family. How awesome is it that the Lord provided the answer to a problem two months before the problem arose?
I am totally in awe of being a witness of the Lord's tender mercies and how He lets us be part of them. I really didn't have a lot to do with the whole thing except an idea and desire - maybe it was a prompting from God to act. Anyway, like Mother Teresa I know nothing really came from me - though maybe through me - a pencil in His Hand.

“I'm a little pencil in the hand of a writing God, who is sending a love letter to the world.”


― Mother Teresa



Sunday, October 15, 2017

Fascination with River Life

When I was a young girl, I watched episodes of "Bewitched" and wondered when the older lady would ever have time to peer out her window to see what was happening across the street. Now that I am the old lady, I can feel the irresistible urge to watch the magic out my window.
Life on the river changes daily and yet flows in predictable patterns. This little slice of provincial life within the crowded urban setting is enchanting.
I found there is a net in the left hand and a spear type pole in the right

This national squat is an amazing feat much less fishing on a moving boat in that squat
Of course I missed filming a capture of whatever it is he is fishing for when I saw him deftly flip something into the blue bucket. He only caught one (fish?) in the minutes I watched him. After his catch he sat down in the boat still fishing. The other man in the boat looks smaller and I could only speculate that this is a father son team catching dinner.
Sunday Fishing
Of course the swimming and farming always catches my eye too. What are they planting? How many people use one plot? How do you keep someone else from picking your vegetables? Do people live there? I know many visit back and forth every day and stream across the bank like flour through a sieve.

From this one picture I can find different sub sets of activity. I wonder who is related to who

The kids playing or bathing
One family? Maybe extended family members? Chatting, visiting and planting
This appears (at least in my mind) to be one or two different families from the other at the bottom. The umbrella group appear to be different from the group on the right. But really it is all my speculation
My next question is how long does it take to grow vegetables or whatever it is that they grow?


Friday, October 13, 2017

It keeps raining

I am here listening to the rain.
The "rain" keeps coming down in the news from home.
A niece has lost her baby and is in the hospital. All those dreams and effort gone when she has so much love to give.
A missionary friend from my first mission lost his battle with cancer.
Lives are changing because of the fires in California.
I have sisters and brothers in heavy trials of grief and pain.

I've been watching the farmers on the riverbank deal with all the rain. Some have had their efforts washed away. One created a place so a pool of water would develop - was it intentional? One team put up plastic sheets on the very edge of the river. I am wondering if they are trying to make a sandbar or something similar to capture silt as it flows along.

How is rain dealt with?
I will be witnessing how my family members deal with their typhoons.
I hear lots of stories about the fires and miracles of assistance and empathy and am so sad about the looters and those who profit in others misery.

Today I plan to be of the most assistance I possibly can. I am getting soup and supplies for a friend coming home from the hospital and sewing up some skirts for a wedding. Jeffrey just left for a meeting with Elder Haynie and other religious leaders and will be gone part of the day. Each of us contributing a tiny light in an ocean of need. Sometimes I feel as effective as a sand wall on the beach and sometimes I can feel God's warmth and approval.  I know my prayers for my family will only be as effectual as their appeals to God.  It would be nice to be bringing them soup - but probably as useful as a sand castle on the beach. Maybe I'll just pray for other ministering angels to be of assistance in ways that will really help.

Lots of rain falling

It is the typhoon season so it rains everyday. Sometimes for a little while and sometimes for a lot longer with lightening and thunder. Usually I love rain and storms - well inside looking out.

I got hammered on Wednesday with some type of virus. My head felt like it was in a vice and all my joints were painful and I felt too heavy. Moving was painful. Jeffrey gave me a blessing, he is such a thoughtful wonderful man.  On Thursday I stayed home, made some really great calls to family and napped and basically just started feeling a little better every hour.

I was startled and dismayed when I was asked about my siblings marriage. Having been a victim as a child of "keep-it-all-in-the-family" I am not a strong advocate of hiding issues. On the other hand speculation can destroy feelings and create ill-will of something only the principals really know anything about. I have watched the tremendous power of the atoning power of the Savior at work in life. There is always hope.
"I testify that you have not traveled beyond the reach of divine love. It is not possible for you to sink lower than the infinite light of Christ’s Atonement shines." Jeffrey R. Holland Apr 2012
Hearing something a world away shouldn't have happened and the speculation is offensive. Luckily I saw nothing on FaceBook. Thank you. My prayers to all concerned.

On Friday I pulled myself to work with a determined smile. I found out Jonah is not coming back to work and will be going home to get her credentials up as a nurse. She has decided to go a new route. Later, when I cried on Jeffrey's shoulder Elder Haynie happened to be walking by and stopped to check out what was wrong. I told him it was another daughter (that I'd adopted) leaving to go on to better things, so while I was sad, it was actually a good thing. He found out where she lives and said he had flown there many times and told me about some of the sites to go see. I am reading into that as permission to travel and we have started making plans to go and visit in a few months.

I am so sad about the fires in California. You really should have some of this rain over there. When it rains over an hour we have major flooding in all low areas and cars get stalled out and traffic is really a nightmare as people try to go around the pools of water.

Luckily I went home early and had a nap for two hours and woke up to more gentle rain, so I decided to go get more material for pillowcases. I've been sewing them up for all my friends. With material at $5 and $6 a yard I can't resist. I walked through the rain, uneven sidewalks and over a cement walk-way and wondered where my brains were at trying to walk around this slippery path. Still I have the material though now I'm sitting here trying to get the gumption to be productive.

I had an objective when I sat down to write this but I can't remember what it was. The rain falls on the just and the unjust. Bad things happen to good people. Good things happen that can make us sad. I'm done being sick. I watch the tremendous power of the Lord and wonder why others can't see it. The Elder with the two broken teeth went out of the dental clinic with a "Hollywood" smile. Things can be made better. Only God can truly fix them.

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Tender Mercies

About an hour or two after I arrived today, I had a chance to talk with Ernesto. He went home early yesterday and their family was having a Family Home Evening. Jhon Andre in his prayer asked Heavenly Father to bless Sister Adams and Jonah.
Ernesto didn't know about Jonah's last day until he came in and asked where she was. I had to tell him yesterday was her last day if they don't re-hire her for two more months on Monday. My heart warmed when he told me about Jhon Andre's prayer. It is so cool that the spirit can whisper to a young boy that blesses my life.
Another interesting though awful situation happened today. A Field Elder was in the CR and passed out. When he came to his front teeth were broken off and embedded in his lip. He went to the ER as the bleeding didn't stop for two hours. Somewhere along the line the broken bits of teeth disappeared. The mission nurse asked if he could have an appointment. Interestingly we had a 2 pm appointment open and then an 11 am appointment opened as another Elder in the MTC wanted to go to the temple today. I love how the Lord opens a way for the missionaries to be taken care of.

Last Day

It came as a shock when I realized that "Last Day" meant this was Jonah's last day at work. I didn't get it in the morning and preceded as if it was a normal day. At 11 Sister Stewart was making plans for a farewell lunch. What? "Just in case Jonah doesn't get re-hired," was her reply. I was aghast. Wait, I thought it was a sure thing that they would extend her employment.
So Sister Stewart and I went to the HR department where it was carefully explained just why the decision to extend her employment wouldn't be made until next Monday. Which meant this was Jonah's last day - though there is hope we'll have a welcome back party on Monday.
It started raining and the gloomy clouds rolled in matching my mood exactly. Not the heavy hard kind of rain, just the persistent sad rain.
It makes me realize even if they hire her for two more months there will be a day of sorrow, of parting. Jonah's Aunt Divine is moving to the province and her soon-to-be sister-in-law Roma will be married in December so life is changing no matter what way I stack it and Jonah will have no where to live without a permanent job. This was always a temporary job until Sister Stewart could get all the nuts and bolts of running a charitable dental clinic moving smoothly.
Some make a habit of not getting involved to eliminate the sorrow, but I've found the joy and love outweigh those days of sorrow. I'm reminding myself of that today. I dropped Jonah off at her home hoping that I see her on Monday - realizing there will come a day when I won't see her again.
I think I'll go take a shower - I've found there it is easier to mop up after a good cry.

Monday, October 9, 2017

Pictures from Sister Lorraine

Since I left my camera at the dental clinic, Sister Lorraine said she would get me some pictures for the Activity Day bread making.  Looking at the pictures makes me laugh all over again. Think of the images you see in pinterest and then the hilarious pinterest fails. I've got it covered!!!
The kids were right with me listening as I showed them what we needed to do

As more hands got into the dough - it just got better!
They were "shaping" the loaf - soon it was in pieces
So many helpers! when we started the real batch of Sacrament bread!

In between shaping loaves and making the real batch of bread, Miss Maryanne taught her speciality: Friendship bracelets

The little kids had to get in on the action as well as the kids from 8 to 11
Yup - life is great!!


Miss Maryanne showed the girls how to make friendship bracelets - Angelo left as soon as he heard about paper rockets

The little kids with Angelo leading the way made paper rockets that could be blown off a straw.
Both loaves were crispy charcoal on top and anemic white on the bottom

But with a little jelly (and cutting off the burnt part) it was a treat for all
I'm counting this as a success though not how I planned the night

I love Sister Lorraine!  She just rides through and helps me achieve whatever I dream up!



Sunday, October 8, 2017

Being Thankful

After watching many conference talks today, I was pondering on the fact that I am on this mission that was tailor made for me specifically and couldn't help but be aware that God knows and plans for my individual circumstances when He has so many other Very important things to do.
I thought about the fact that I went on this mission to support Jeffrey as I had another plan, the mission would be "later" in life.
My specific talents and assistance were needed in October of 2016, the timing of Kelsi and Nate coming to our home in May, Rachel leaving for school in September, getting a call from Bill Atkin, and everything just fell into place like it was meant to be.
I am so very grateful for the feeling of purpose and contentment, the feeling that what I am doing matters. I am perfectly aware that if I wasn't here all the needs would be met another way. I am just grateful that I can be part of something that feels right and good and big. I love my Primary children and the satisfaction of loving children, I love getting to know the sisters I go visiting teaching with and to. I love being with Jonah and learning about this country. I love being part of the Quirreno 1st ward and getting to know all the members. I love getting to know the young missionaries at the MTC  (though I don't love saying good-bye). I love observing the customs and culture of a foreign land, and I love knowing that what I do everyday at the dental clinic matters. I love the promptings I get to do something for someone and find later it was important to them. Being on a mission for the Lord Jesus Christ is really an awesome experience.   He supports and sustains His servants and I am so happy to be part of this adventure.

I'm not sure how to explain how prayers as a missionary are answered... It is different...It's like the Lord is accelerating the process so I can learn how to use his redemptive and enabling power in these few short months before things get back to normal......prayers are answered quickly.......prompting seem to be more clear and more often....the wind is at my back...I'm doing a real poor job of explaining......I can't think of a instance that sounds right.....it is amazing, it is real, it is unexplainable.

Girls Day Out

We went on another 'Jonahing" adventure. I wanted to pick up a few things from S&R (Costco in the Philippines) and asked Jonah if she wanted to go. She came back the next day and said Divine and Roma wanted to come too. So we made it a Girls Day Out.
Roma is always elected to take the group selfie as she does a great job. We went to S&R then had pizza from the deli

The pizza was huge and half got taken home - I thought about my boys as teenagers
We traveled to a year old mall that is fashioned after Venice complete with waterways, and European structure

Of course we waved to the gondola driver and the kids in the boat
We took pictures of this amazing mall (I'll just show the beautiful girls) 
The mall was decorated with artwork and shops that featured things from Venice. Of course it had all kinds of food and shops from all over the world and cinemas etc.
I'm not sure why but the 'fence' we were standing beside over the "canal" had little locks all over it. I'm thinking there is some kind of love tradition of sealing a lock but it could be something else. I am aware of 3 coins in a fountain but I don't know the custom behind the locks.
We traveled a short distance but had long time driving to another mall to find Christmas decorations and other stuff then traded some shoes for another size
We managed to fill the trunk with all the shopping and considered it a great day spent together
Luckily Jeffrey came home shortly thereafter and brought home some supper
Perfect



Friday, October 6, 2017

Making Bread

This batch turned out well
We made bread for Sacrament Meeting last night in Activity Day with the Primary children.

I could leave it at that but the reality was actually hilarious in parts. I always have to laugh because whenever I plan, I visualize an ideal of how the activity will turn out and it NEVER remotely looks like the plan.

The kitchen (which only has empty cupboards, a sink and some sideboards) was being used when I got to the chapel so I commandeered a class room. The flour was flying all over with 5 sets of hands helping out, water was being dropped and splashed and I didn't look at any of the clothes the kids wore back home. I can still see Chiyo's face when the flour plopped into the cup in her hands and exploded into her face - I couldn't stop laughing.
Previously I had made up a batch of dough so the kids could see the whole process. We took the dough and each of the children got to 'mold' the bread into a loaf and get completely sticky in the process. After they washed their hands we made up a batch of bread and the fun began. I had asked around for an oven, so when it came time to bake the bread, our Primary president Sister Lorraine walked up to the third floor to plug the oven in the kitchen and put the risen dough into the oven. The oven only went up to 250 degrees. When she came back to the classroom and told me  I told her to put it on for an added half hour.

The girls had fun with Miss Maryanne making friendship bracelets and the boys all followed Angelo making paper rockets they blew off of straws.  I spent the time wiping up glue and flour off the floor and tables.

The bread came out crispy burnt on the top - charcoal hard - and the bottom was not raw - but anemic white. I started laughing again. Using a plastic knife because there were no drawers of silverware (or anything else) in the kitchen, I cut off the top of the bread and handed out jelly with plastic forks and spoons and we all ate chunks of mostly finished bread.

I actually had a really great time and as the night progressed the laughter welled up more and more. We never did get around to the other two projects I had in bags waiting to go - the whipping cream to make butter just came home, the quilt pieces can be brought out another day and the magic trick pieces can be put together on another night.

After I got home I put the children's dough in the loaf pans, let it rise for 10 minutes and baked it up. I had to laugh again when I saw it come out. Not perfect but beautiful.



I'll take much longer to write up what I told the children in 2 minutes. All of us are different, (I pulled out the flour and oil) all of us like different things and react differently to life. When we mix our different lives into experiences together and then have adversity (like a hot oven) we all come out being useful and great.  Every time I look at the Sacrament Bread I know Jesus Christ is mixing us up with people who have different experiences and reactions to life and as I share and get to know others my life is enriched and as we work through adversity together I become a totally different - hopefully useful and good person.

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Just like a ball pinging back and forth

The rain was gently falling as we drove into the Area compound. When I opened the dental clinic door everyone was assembled around the front desk for a small devotional. After the prayer I came around the desk and Sister Stewart had 3 lists she wanted verified of 'future', 'field', and 'Senior' missionaries who had come in September. I looked it over and started to compare it to my records for 5 minutes while I booted up the U drive to start the process of getting a schedule for tomorrow. I noted two field missionaries who were not on the list she had, before I ran a note up to the front desk for the doctor and talked to Sister Carlos. Coming back down the hill I sped up to walk in with two missionaries who came early for their dental x ray screening. I entered their information in the x ray room computer, then came back to the U drive to start the schedule again and opened the door for the missionaries coming to their appointments. One was Sister Tesch. I told her we were relatives because my sister had married a Tesch. I got a picture with her and asked for some family names. Then I went back to the x ray room computer for other missionaries who came in for screening and back to the U drive priorities just to find out the temple schedule for the missionaries is not on our system yet and I can't make appointments until I know if they will be here or not. One of the dentists needs help with their computer screen. After setting the work chart up I turn off the program and turn it back on and it works perfectly while I get credit for just knowing. I let some new missionaries in and show the outgoing missionaries how to get out of the door. It is 'locked' with a magnet and needs to have a button pushed to release it. Then back to the U drive problem and Sister Hoem's walks in. She has a good idea to print off the temple schedule and compare it to the names I had collected for Wednesday's schedule. With two of us looking back and forth the job goes much faster. She answers a call from Elder Eckert who told us he would be gone in the afternoon and needed the schedule early. We laugh and said okay. I check for field missionaries coming in and of course there is someone, so we have to input that data and write up a list of which missionaries we want each hour to accommodate the oral surgeon and divvy up the rest between the other two dentists. We welcome new missionaries for their appointments and call up to the front desk for those who didn't make it. Sister Hoem's re-enters all the data while I began making patient charts (paper - hard copy) for the  new schedule. She makes up the digital patient charts and I input the digital x rays from another computer on those digital charts. Schedule success! It was 9:15 am. I consider life wonderful that it took just under three hours. Then it is back to the lists to compare and finish for Sister Stewart.............life just goes on, the ball keeps bouncing....
Cousins somewhere along the line- This is before her surgery
After surgery with her companion



Monday, October 2, 2017

Holiday

Christmas decorations are going up - a little at a time - but relentlessly.  You can hear carols in the mall and stations that have Christmas music on.
Second floor in Eastwood mall has taken down the summer flowers and gone straight to tinsel and glittery balls
Each mall has a theme and the decorations are added to each week
It is a lot of fun to watch the decorations for Christmas and a tree being built of iron as the sweat rolls down your back.
I see only a very few decorations for Halloween and of course Thanksgiving is not a  holiday here. They do have lots and lots of hero holidays. They also have holidays in Metro Manila whenever the President needs the traffic to be small for an international gathering. He just calls for a holiday and declares no school or work. You don't have to have snow days if you have President Duterte. 

The ball in the Arcade

Monday started out beautiful!
The skies here are never boring

Security They watch day and night
Every morning at 6 they have a quick devotional and briefing
When I got to work my day turned into Pin Ball Machine with me being the ball. I kept running back and forth going from one project to another, stopping to get a missionary from the MTC or go drop off a note or record or guide someone somewhere. But it was the paperwork (actually computer bugs) that had me scrambling one way and another. I need some kind of bookmark or something that lets me know where I am when I get interrupted. Then as I would slowly work my way into organization, something else would come up.
Right now I am resting comfortably in my slot - until I go to work tomorrow morning.

Saturday, September 30, 2017

What am I suppose to feel?

The missionaries warned the Bishop after Sacrament Meeting that the new investigator couple with the three dead daughters have been going around to different wards giving their story. They feel the couple is doing this to get money from the Mormons.

Visiting Teaching is where the Magic is at

On Friday evening I went visiting teaching with Sisters Nido and Villanueva to a few sister's homes. Sister Nido had been visiting in Europe the past month so we had two days to visit everyone. The September message is really awesome "Of One Heart" and in sharing the message I gained a huge insight and will look at the scripture in Moses differently from now on.

And the Lord called his people Zion, because they were of one heart and one mind, and dwelt in righteousness; and there was no poor among them” (Moses 7:18). How can we become one?"  This is how the lesson starts out.

Sister Henry asked the question, "What does poor mean?"  The quick reply was that no one would starve or go hungry. Bus she persisted and asked about poor in spirit and poor in heart. Whammo, my mind started to realize that are a lot more poor(s) than financial. I pondered that in my mind the rest of the visit and Saturday morning too. Talking with the women I realized that if we are all relying on the spirit then the hidden not-easily-seen needs can be taken care of as well as those that we can visually see.  If we truly lived with and by the Spirit of God would we be able to address mental illness and the huge big concerns?  Now I have lots of questions to a scripture I thought I knew.
The Before picture
Sister Henry in the middle was kind enough to let us help her when we came over. She has had cataract surgery and could not get her eyes wet - which made it difficult for her to wash her hair.
Sister Villanueva washing Sister Henry's hair as she leans back on a chair in the bathroom and I help support her head.



Came Early to Church

Jeffrey is off working again, so I came to church early. The second counselor introduced me to a couple, her name is Princess something and they both come from Davao. The counselor told me their story, they had three daughters ranging from age 27 to 18. They had all joined the 'Mormon" church and were targeted, raped and had their heads cut off by the terrorists in the civil war down there.  The parents have fled up here and are in church today. It is Princess' 68th birthday today.  They have no sons. The husband said that Jesus Christ was in his heart. They are investigating the church.

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Piaya - Street food

I tried a taste that brought back memories from 10 years ago. Rebekah brought home some different foods from her mission to Bacolod. One of them was a package of Piaya. I'm pretty sure it was the pancake sandwich with figs in the middle as that is the bite that triggered my memory. The trouble is we ate them cold when Rebekah took them out of her suitcase. Just like a melted cheese sandwich loses it's peak flavor when eaten cold, so do these delicacies if served unheated. Pipping hot off the grill and put into a little sack, it is delicious to eat in the sunshine walking down the street. Jonah and I had two kinds, one made with figs in the middle and one made with the sweet purple yam - ube. I had to turn back and buy two packages of the piaya's to bring home - they reminded me of Becka.
Trying out some street food - Piaya - delicious when hot off the grill

A food from Bacolod

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Good and Bad

Today we got to the office early and it's been slow all day. So we got out the Christmas decorations and put up some color.
September 27 and we are late with the decorations!

Then the Bad happened.  The Kosters (Mission President's family) were to come in but someone(s) in the family were ill. Sister Koster stepped out of her car and slipped. We think she broke her ankle. Lots of commotion here and that is just bad - having sick family members and top it off with a broken ankle.
Finding a stretcher, watching out for the ill members, getting the help they actually needed it has been a different morning.

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Hey Look what I found!!

Sitting in Jeffrey's office I noted a poster with some cute kids - hey I recognized them so I uncovered the poster!  I asked Jeffrey when it had come and he said, "oh about a month. I meant to show it to you."
It is wonderful!! I'm glad I came to his office today, it made my day.
Look at this fabulous future missionaries!

Sometimes this is just what I want to see - Thanks so much!!!

Joen - The Man Who Does the Upkeep

In a damp, hot environment everything breaks down quickly versus the cold dark environment of Alaska were things stay the same year after year. I've noted ladies who sweep certain streets every morning rain or shine and the malls are swept and cleaned every day.
The Area, MTC, Temple compound is continually being updated. Who does this work?
Over the months I've gotten to know Joen (Joe-N) who works on a lot of the upkeep and replacement work that goes on here.
Shoveling special sand to mix in cement for the facade of the MTC
Joen doesn't speak very much English but we communicate anyway
Most of his work is up high on thin boards replacing the rocks pressed into cement for the unique look of the MTC

Note the red and white "blocks". They use different colors of rocks in the cement to give it that look
After all the cement and color was washed away, Joen repainted all the short walls underneath to be white again and then repainted the caution on the steps
He worked for two days on this all by hand

2nd day with the black paint - I could not understand why the brushes and paint were left out in the hot sun - there is probably something I don't know
It seems he has all kinds of jobs that he does around here
Joen - I wish I knew more about him
There were about 4 or 5 other men who work with Joen, he just was a friendly guy who would smile back and stop for a picture. I have a few pictures of the other men who work with him. I don't think he is the boss, but who knows?
After watching him and his buddies, I started looking at the environment in a different way and saw the mold that grows in 2 days where the water drips and how everything gets a coat of either grit or mold as soon as the project is done. Building look new and being built or they look aged. It is very hard to tell the ages of most building because of the grit or mold that settles on them.
It is nice to have men like Joen who do the heavy lifting of upkeep.