Home again.
Sounds like Dinner went well on Wednesday. In God's timing, it was the regular week of St. Thingy's, and they were quite happy to go in without us. We were a bit concerned that they might get grief from the management, but it didn't happen and the meal was good, according to a resident who attended. CL asked the Deacon if they'd be back next month, and she said yes, absolutely.
The exiled tribe met across the road at the donut place for coffee and euchre and conversation and several residents came over to hang out, which is awesome.
The larger conversation continues by e-mail and phone and face to face, considering next steps and hows and whens. We've got a meeting or two planned.
One fact that came out in a phone call between a team member and a local agency rep is:
"a bunch of things, including the history of (their) dealings with (the Motel). ... mentioned that, several years ago, the power was cut off for non-payment. It stayed off for 3 months (no plumbing either) and no one moved out. Which is incredibly sad."
We, as a team, have been finding this a bit of an obstacle course. Part of the problem is that, with me being away and everybody being busy, most of our communication has been e-mail and we've had to be careful not to misunderstand each other. It's very easy for frustration to sound like arguing, and for debate to sound like disagreement or criticism. It's important to give each other the benefit of the doubt, and a little extra clarification.
We've made the decision to stand together. Technically, only two of us are banned from the property right now, and technically, the manager wouldn't object to the rest of us putting on Dinner. But we've made the difficult call that we're a team and we're not playing the divide and conquer game. We won't be played off each other and if a principle is important, it's worth sacrificing for.
But that's really, really, really difficult.
Last night we got home late from our trip and there was no milk or bread in the house. I got in the car and drove over to a 24 hour place to get some. The guy working the counter there comes to Dinner sometimes. He asked me how it was going, and I told him I didn't really know because we'd been kicked off the property again.
He was concerned and said that maybe people who live there would talk to the manager to change that. He said, "People there really need that meal, they really do."
Yeah, tell me.
r
Sounds like Dinner went well on Wednesday. In God's timing, it was the regular week of St. Thingy's, and they were quite happy to go in without us. We were a bit concerned that they might get grief from the management, but it didn't happen and the meal was good, according to a resident who attended. CL asked the Deacon if they'd be back next month, and she said yes, absolutely.
The exiled tribe met across the road at the donut place for coffee and euchre and conversation and several residents came over to hang out, which is awesome.
The larger conversation continues by e-mail and phone and face to face, considering next steps and hows and whens. We've got a meeting or two planned.
One fact that came out in a phone call between a team member and a local agency rep is:
"a bunch of things, including the history of (their) dealings with (the Motel). ... mentioned that, several years ago, the power was cut off for non-payment. It stayed off for 3 months (no plumbing either) and no one moved out. Which is incredibly sad."
We, as a team, have been finding this a bit of an obstacle course. Part of the problem is that, with me being away and everybody being busy, most of our communication has been e-mail and we've had to be careful not to misunderstand each other. It's very easy for frustration to sound like arguing, and for debate to sound like disagreement or criticism. It's important to give each other the benefit of the doubt, and a little extra clarification.
We've made the decision to stand together. Technically, only two of us are banned from the property right now, and technically, the manager wouldn't object to the rest of us putting on Dinner. But we've made the difficult call that we're a team and we're not playing the divide and conquer game. We won't be played off each other and if a principle is important, it's worth sacrificing for.
But that's really, really, really difficult.
Last night we got home late from our trip and there was no milk or bread in the house. I got in the car and drove over to a 24 hour place to get some. The guy working the counter there comes to Dinner sometimes. He asked me how it was going, and I told him I didn't really know because we'd been kicked off the property again.
He was concerned and said that maybe people who live there would talk to the manager to change that. He said, "People there really need that meal, they really do."
Yeah, tell me.
r
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