- Earlier this summer, I got to enjoy that all-American past-time: waiting at home for half-a-day for the repair guy to come look at our dishwasher.
- I have a friend who just bought a new car. She used to park her old beater-car on the street in front of her house, but now she's going out of her way to find new places to park the car because she's worried that this new one will be attractive to thieves.
- I know a guy who used to keep huge piles of newspaper all over his home. He didn't like how messy the stacks of papers looked, but he couldn't throw them away because he'd paid for them but he hadn't read them yet.
|A hole that my very strong |
boys made "by accident".
As our plates and forks and knives slowly break or disappear from normal wear and tear, I've fantasized about starting over with a new, matching dining set -- something tasteful, sturdy, yet elegant. Then my husband and I discovered that the reason we seem to be missing soup spoons is because the boys had been sneaking peanut butter jars into their room at night, eating the whole jar with a spoon, and then tossing the evidence (both jar and spoon) in the trash. Maybe tasteful and elegant have to wait a few years.
|To do item this week: |
patch the wall.
Someday I'm going to redo the kitchen, and it'll be gorgeous. I really, really do want to live in a beautiful space. But I know that if I have a gorgeous kitchen, I'd go ballistic/depressed/resentful if it got messed up or damaged. So for now, I'll put my energy and love into the creative, energetic, stronger-than-they-realize children around me. And I'll keep trying to live in a place that I own, a place that doesn't quite yet own me.