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4.24.2012

With photos of two of the BETTER things

I find myself focused on things like crushed hydrangea bushes, a result of concrete demolition out front, and sawdust piles downstairs that need serious shop vac attention.  Silly things.  Really silly things.  Each item on the agenda seems to vie for my attention though, the things that need mended all a magnet for my thoughts.  The list feels forever long and impossibly impossible.  And I know better than to waste energy worrying about things like forgetting to use the coupon I'd carefully clipped, or fretting over how we'll ever get the house back in order.  There are plenty, PLENTY, of better things to think about. 
We spent most of yesterday in the garage, installing some of the water-damaged cabinets and countertop that had been torn out of the basement laundry room recently, in an effort to organize strollers and balls and outdoor cushions.  We’ve both been feeling a bit tense lately, anxiety that snaps into anger and melts into sadness and feels almost like a fifth presence in the house.  Some of the tension is a result of so many necessary home-improvement projects, but keeping busy with those has benefits too.  It’s difficult to do productive work and fume simultaneously, as the labor dissipates any righteous steam.  Sometimes writing has that same therapeutic benefit.  Right now, though, the shop vac calls.
JEB

2 comments:

  1. You should have come here on Sunday to take a few whacks with the sledge hammer on the tile hearth. You know you're welcome here anythime

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  2. "We’ve both been feeling a bit tense lately, anxiety that snaps into anger and melts into sadness and feels almost like a fifth presence in the house."

    Ditto.

    Dear, dear boys,

    Cathy in Missouri

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