Be a fountain, not a drain.
–Rex Hudler

My sambear exemplifies this statement so well. He is a fountain of love and care.

I’m in a jewelry-making mood. I don’t need to make yet another mess—and I can’t find my bead boards or crimping pliers. The beads I need to restring for a necklace that broke are well-hidden. I think the girls might have used all the strong, stretchy thread I wanted to use. Not a problem, as I told them to use whatever they liked, and I certainly meant it! It does mean a shopping trip, and that is DANGEROUS. (In addition to being inadvisable, considering the state of my ankle.)

I’m feeling very useless and non-productive, which causes my self-esteem to plummet and invites the depression demons to roam freely in my life. I think I might ask sambear to sit with me while I file or do something similarly industrious.

The marvelous folks who painted yesterday got everything but closets and trim done! Yay! I’m wondering about finishing those during the week. Well, except for the little ankle problem. Grrr.

Wiring still needs to be done, as well as changing out some lighting fixtures and other minor repairs/replacements, some cleaning, and building the loft bed (I do hope the fastener kit arrives in time). I’m still looking for a cleaning service to come out on a regular basis—several I’ve called don’t go out that far.

And of course, there’s always the packing!

Cyn is Rick's wife, Katie's Mom, and Esther & Oliver's Mémé. She's also a professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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