Extreme Makeover Home Edition Diary #4

I had high hopes for Sunday's EMHE adventure, since I had the whole day to myself and plenty of time to hang around the site. Unfortunately the weather had very different plans, and it was hard to get too excited about going anywhere in the pouring rain. Nevertheless, I bundled up, got in the car, and drove myself and my mom over there. Fir branches hang over the sidewalk where the spectators stand, and had sheltered us completely from the rain the night before. By yesterday afternoon they were totally saturated, and big drips of water were filtering through the trees and onto our faces. If you managed to avoid that, you could expect the same from your neighbor's umbrella. Delightful!

The workers were finishing up the roof when we got there, and progress was continuing at a swift pace, regardless of the mud and the rain. Big yellow dryer tubes were connected to the house to keep things from getting too soggy, but that was the extent of the action. I was beginning to feel like I'd had about enough when Michael Moloney walked through, smiling for any cameras and waving at the crowd. He disappeared at the end of the line, but moments later a white van came creeping up the street, and I looked up just in time to see Paul DiMeo smiling puckishly and waving at us from the passenger seat. I did my best to wave back, but these sightings happen so unexpectedly that it's hard to be ready.

I kept running it over in my head - Paul waved at me! - and to tell you the truth, I felt like I'd been smiled upon by The Pope, Mother Teresa, or Princess Diana at the very least. Sometimes just listening to him talk makes me cry, and he's got to be one of the most benevolent beings on the planet. Satisfied with my visit, we headed out, checking out the merchandise tent and The Bus (as in "MOVE THAT BUS!") on the way.