Counting Down to New Orleans

All of the sudden it occurred to me that it's only a few very short weeks before I escort a dozen of my fabulous WECC kids to New Orleans. We've been talking for months about going, building a house, doing our part... and now we are actually going. I've thought of the trip only in the abstract, as in "We will do good works". Now I am wondering, what I will say to them when they cry? How do I buffer their horror and shock at what they see? Other folk have been called upon to make the arrangements. Where we will stay. What we will eat and when. How we get to the building site. Thank god someone else is handling that, because it is not my talent. I, on the suddenly daunting other hand, have been commissioned to see that they have a good time. Yikes! See that they have fun. Laugh. Feel good about what it is they are doing. I can do that --- it is what I am expected to do at WECC. But suddenly it feels a bit... huge.

We have a planning and information session tonight and I know I will feel more secure after that. I plan on an unforgettable experience. And, of course, there will be beignets.