Damage

Today was all about cleaning and taking care of little repairs.  It occurred to me, somewhere along the line, that what I was doing much of the day was to clean up damage that others had done.

Let's see...I put the curtains back up in the guest room, with a new rod.  My niece's dog destroyed the old one.  (I'm still trying to figure out how Crowley did that!)  I glued yet another of my cherished Lena Liu ceramic coasters back together after Ryan used it as a frisbee, I guess.  I glued mirrors back on a frame that I dropped a few days ago.  I found my parents' tokonoma board (from Japan) on the floor in the guest room and managed to get it back on the wall.  (Don't know how long that will last.  It is old and damaged.)  I tried to clean off what appeared to be a scuff mark on the wallpaper just under the window in the guest room, but the scuff turned out to be the top layer of wallpaper scraped off, instead of something on top.  I picked up multiple suckers stuck to the carpet.  (There will be no more suckers at Grandma's.)  Got a picture put up in the living room that had been knocked down by Ryan months and months ago.  (It needed more help than what I could do earlier.) 

Then there was the usual work: laundry and sorting, etc.  A ham friend who was in the neighborhood showed up to take a look at my dead kitchen ceiling fan...only to find out that it is, indeed, dead.  Time to find a new one.  Thanks for your help, Adam!

I did get the front of the house cleaned and decorated for fall, with my grandchildren in mind.  It was needed.  Has been hanging over my head for a very long time.

I am dealing with an enormous hurt by burying myself in busy-ness.  In a sense, it is good.  The things I am doing have needed to be done...but I have to confess that I feel all alone in the world.  The rules of my life have been changed without my permission, and I can't fix it.  Eventually, the mind moves on.  I'm trying.

Tomorrow, as Scarlett O'Hara said, is another day.