I am trying to enjoy some quiet before the construction begins. I think that today's work includes dismantling the old shower, before we have the new shower ready. We thought the new shower was ready, and then my spouse took a shower last night, and I noticed water on the floor in the adjoining room. Grrrrrrrrrrr.
Oh, how I hate plumbing work. But really, these days, all home repair sets my nerves on edge. Yesterday, the construction crew was installing doors while my spouse installed plumbing, and I fought off anxiety all day. I was doing a passable job until the water in the floor in the evening.
I do wonder what it would be like to have a normal response to home repairs and remodeling--instead of thinking of all that could go wrong, what would it be like to visualize best case scenarios? That will never be me alas. We've had a lifetime of fixer-uppers, and my capacity to visualize best case scenarios is completely zapped.
Yesterday was not completely stressful. I polished some poems and wrote a bit more on another poem, the one about Noah's wife buying strawberries. I got a lot of grading done. I helped by going to Lowe's and doing a bit of grocery shopping. I submitted grades for two classes. I took a walk in the glorious afternoon weather.
One of the most enjoyable things was going up to the camp office to help with a project for summer. We're gluing popsicle sticks into squares that will frame a drawing the campers will make. The frames will be fastened together to be a lamp shade. The group of people from the residential area of Lutheridge (the camp) sat and glued and chatted about a wide range of things. It's a strange kind of service, but it made me happy.
It's the kind of thing I envisioned doing for so many years when I thought about moving up here. I'm glad there's still a chance to do it.
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