I am drinking a cold IPA, freshly showered and thinking about how incredibly ...

I am drinking a cold IPA, freshly showered and thinking about how incredibly awesome my greater dojo family are at anything and everything.

There was a huge SNAFU with the $6000 of grass. The resulting problem was 5000 square feet of grass cooking in the Texas sun on pallets. The lawn company was able to get their foreman Austin out to lead, but no labor was available. The grass was going to die. I of course had help from Javier, Marcus, Isaac Vazquez, and Eloy. But we were going to need more. At 2pm, our sensei John Roberson and Sarah Roberson called in a dojo air strike. Sensei, Sarah, their two boys, Herman, Ed and Michael all came with extra wheelbarrows and huge heart.

We laid that fucking grass in 3 hours. Austin the landscape foreman was so impressed he called his wife with their new born baby girl in bastrop to come and see us work together.

We had something like 14 people. Hauling, clearing, leveling, cutting. BAM! It was done. The foreman said it was his best day in landscaping in his life.

Building true community and culture is vital, and sensei John Roberson is amazing.

While all of that was going on we had plumbers plumb a kitchen and a bath, tricky railings being rebuilt by Michael J Steele and his fabulous crew, painters paint the decks, the surveyors mark the property properly. Shit got done.

I still have goosebumps from the combined power of friends.

Originally posted on Facebook on June 25, 2016.