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Labour Corps digging, Western Front, during World War I. This photograph shows five men of one of the Labour Corps groups, probably the South African Native Labour Contingent (SANLC) digging sand under the supervision of a native NCO. The purpose of their digging is unclear but it is possible that they were filling the ever-necessary sandbags.
The Labour Corps included many non-European groups such as the South Africans, Egyptians, Chinese, Cape Coloured and Indian Corps. They were not only restricted from contact with white Europeans but were also segregated into different racially-determined Corps.
[Original reads: 'Digging sand.']
it was Hermann's first day at the beach. he wasn't too fond of the water, but he loooved all the sand :)
Progress in the middle of Sunday's digging.
Installing a rain garden at the bungalow. First step: dig out ~9 inches of soil in the ~100 sq ft garden bed. 6 inches of that will be replaced (with compost + soil, then a layer of mulch).
Three Tawny Mining Bees were setting up home in the garden last night. Two were digging holes and the third was flying round, checking us out and then landing, sometimes doing a little bee dance. By the time it was too dark to watch anymore one bee had worked really hard and dug a good size hole, the second had excavated several little shallow holes and the third was still on lookout. Unfortunately all this activity started when it was already quite dull in the garden.
A small army of laborers picks away at the snow- and ice-encrusted switches at Tower A, just north of North Station.
Boo the storm. It rained mid-week and all the lifts stopped, the mountain was effectively closed for the day. Some of the boys decided to build a kicker (a jump) in a nearby field.
I sat and watched and took photos of them being rad, and not so rad. We then spent a good few hours in a smoky Austrian bar on the piste, listening to absolutely AWFUL europop, eating wurst and drinking hot chocolate, looking at each other and looking out the window waiting for the rain to stop.
This is Lee, he is a right bender.
My determined Jack was convinced something was up in those roots! I had to wash so much sand out of his eyelids afterwards it wasn't even funny.
Altered construction work sign. The sign is all bent out of shape, so it was difficult to get a clean shot.........hehehehe!
This hoarding book is geared towards the hapless family of the hoarder. It focuses on a harm reduction strategy aimed not at clearing out the relatives house, but at reducing the clutter that would most put them at risk i.e. papers too near the burners of the stove, triping hazards and dust and mold.
Quite a lot of the book is devoted to addressing the perceived pscychological injury of the relative, usually an adult child with a hoarding parent who grew up believing that the hoarded accumulation was more important than the child.
These authors appears to have much more experience with treating hoarders than the researchers who put hoarders on the map (and in the DSM). Instead of broadly defining hoarding as the collecting of items with little or no value, these authors focus on the compulsive part i.e. the compulsive aquiring of items and the difficulty in discarding items.
The authors also do not push cognitive therapy as the be and end all in treatment. They know that few hoarders are willing to undergo this treatment, so only suggest it for those those who are. Instead they teach non-judgemental interviewing to the reader with the goal of pursuading the hoarding loved one to allow a team to assist in harm reduction.
Lots of exchanges of dialog are given to demonstrate how these conversations might go.
The authors also outline how to create a contract between the hoarder and the team for the harm reduction project.
Given a willing and evolved family these techniques are a sound plan for achieving the stated goals of harm reduction. I did meet a very mature daughter who brough this book to my attention. She understood the family dynamics involved in her situation and was able to impart much valuable psychological information to me. Too bad for the family that she lives 3,000 miles away, which is where I come in. The parents are also much more inclined to listen to an "expert" than to their daughter, especially the dad who is prone to rage if he does not feel understood.
Because the psychological underpinnings are manifested in such illogical accumulation of seemingly low value stuff, it is easy to think of hoarders as being mentally impaired. When they finally do decide to clear things out it is quite a step up, so I make sure not to say anything that might comment on the illogic of the past collection. They can see it for themselves because once they are willing to address it it becomes obvious. The key is to keep them at it.
This book required for certificate in Hoarding given by the NSGCD.