Today was our second Wednesday Afternoon Drop In Coffee And Donuts and A Chat. WADICADAC for short.
I'm learning to speak acronym, since it's the first language of corporations and committees.
When I arrived, one of the team was sitting at a Dinner table with a woman who lives there going over an application form. They filled it in together, neither 100% familiar with the form, but getting it done.Then others started trickling in. It was really nice. 8 or 9 of us sitting around talking over each other across and down the table.
About the weather, about some of us having our picture in the paper, about donuts (Walmart vs. Timmies. No contest, apparently).
We talked about our friend S. He's a big guy, with some health problems.
About 40 years ago, when he was a kid, he had some kind of accident and broke his ankle. They set it and, to help it heal, put in some pins and screws and a metal plate.
Only nobody ever took the metal out again.Needless to say, he's hurting, so he finally got a specialist appointment to see about removing all the bits. But he's got a decision to make.
To do the work, the doctor would have to put him out, general anesthetic. Which, in his current condition, would put him at risk for a major heart attack. So he's stuck.
We also spent some time looking around the space that our group will probably be given by the new owners. Space for drop in, conversation, for the street health nurse to work in, for a food cupboard...One of the team said tonight, that it's got to be a God thing.
All this time, she said, these things we wanted to do. Wanted to see done. Space to use, repairs and stuff that works. Rooms for the residents to live in that are actually liveable.
It's all happening. We couldn't do it. So God brought somebody along who could. It's got to be God, she said.
Can't say she's wrong.
Here are a few pictures of what happened today:
It takes 4 years to get that excited about cleaning a bathroom. We keep flushing the toilet, just to see the water go 'round. The fan's been removed, but the wiring is still there.
There used to be a youth dance club down here. The floor drops about 2 feet from the level of the rest of it, so this ceiling is more like 8 feet. For me, it's the exclamation mark that makes it work.
There's also a sauna, which is working and we think the work crew is using it. Good for them. We have Dinner in the room above this.
Cool.
r
I'm learning to speak acronym, since it's the first language of corporations and committees.
When I arrived, one of the team was sitting at a Dinner table with a woman who lives there going over an application form. They filled it in together, neither 100% familiar with the form, but getting it done.Then others started trickling in. It was really nice. 8 or 9 of us sitting around talking over each other across and down the table.
About the weather, about some of us having our picture in the paper, about donuts (Walmart vs. Timmies. No contest, apparently).
We talked about our friend S. He's a big guy, with some health problems.
About 40 years ago, when he was a kid, he had some kind of accident and broke his ankle. They set it and, to help it heal, put in some pins and screws and a metal plate.
Only nobody ever took the metal out again.Needless to say, he's hurting, so he finally got a specialist appointment to see about removing all the bits. But he's got a decision to make.
To do the work, the doctor would have to put him out, general anesthetic. Which, in his current condition, would put him at risk for a major heart attack. So he's stuck.
We also spent some time looking around the space that our group will probably be given by the new owners. Space for drop in, conversation, for the street health nurse to work in, for a food cupboard...One of the team said tonight, that it's got to be a God thing.
All this time, she said, these things we wanted to do. Wanted to see done. Space to use, repairs and stuff that works. Rooms for the residents to live in that are actually liveable.
It's all happening. We couldn't do it. So God brought somebody along who could. It's got to be God, she said.
Can't say she's wrong.
Here are a few pictures of what happened today:
It takes 4 years to get that excited about cleaning a bathroom. We keep flushing the toilet, just to see the water go 'round. The fan's been removed, but the wiring is still there.
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Through the hole you can see the floor of the next room. The plaster and paint are damaged by water and there being no heat in that part of the house for at least 5 years.
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Broken glass and flies that died during the Trudeau years.
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Men working. Actually working. Fixing the roof where The Leak has lived and doing something electrical.
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Wow. A little slice of heaven. Feel free to gaze. The space we're discussing with the owners opens out to the back of the property, which is perfect. There's a room that could be social space, two washrooms, a large closet that would be perfect for a food cupboard, a mop sink, and an office with enough privacy to be used by a street health team. If it works out, it'll be better than we could have hoped.
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Bonus: Shots from the basement. The basement is awesome. It's huge and cavernous, with 6 foot ceilings. Part of the floor is ancient brick, under the original house, and part is concrete. We think they're still working on this one.
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There used to be a youth dance club down here. The floor drops about 2 feet from the level of the rest of it, so this ceiling is more like 8 feet. For me, it's the exclamatio
There's also a sauna, which is working and we think the work crew is using it. Good for them. We have Dinner in the room above this.
Cool.
r
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