Framing the Pump House

Post for MiMi

I am so stressed about getting everything from my "old" computer to my "new" one.  I have only had this new one for months and months and haven't done it.  I realized yesterday that there are about 15 home videos from an old analog camera that haven't been copied onto discs.   Had I known that I would never have put anything at all on the new computer and just burned all the videos first!  NO material thing on this world is more important to me than the family movies.  SO I feel I have all the HOME improvement to do *AND* this new project, too.  whhheeeww!

Speaking of house stuff...HOOSbund framed out the pump house!  I'll post a pic later (but I have to get this out NOW for my one follower!)  Next we will FINISH THE BATHROOM (yeah, right) and fix up D-alley.  That's the little strip of concrete that separates us from the neighbor's house on my daughter's side of the house.

Kids went swimmin' yesterday...HOT...they played swords...Good times!

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what's up?

I have been doing the same thing day in-day out since September: working my a*s off trying to get this place to resemble something like a functional home.  Nothing shows yet although I work on it every waking minute.  I know I will never vacation again.

Just when I think they are finally getting it, my dumb-bunny kids get poor scores on their arithmetic tests.  Frakk!  We are back tracking and trying to figure out what went wrong. Their writing program has turned to the dreaded "poetry" section.  My ridiculous children are kickin' butt in that.  Who knew?

My best friend/sister is supposedly coming to visit me again soon!  I am trying not to be excited about it because there may be a small flaw in the plan.  Her emanate arrival is motivating me to get a lot more stuff done than I usually would.  I have always worked better under last minute pressure...that's just me.  I told her not to tell me if she's not coming until the day before.  Maybe I'll get a ton finished.  

thrilled yet?  read on!

worth

My little baby girl wrote this for me when she was four.  I have kept it on my fridge ever since-except the movers packed it and so I was without it for a year.  This is one of the most important things I own.  

My Day

I can't seem to figure out where everything goes in this house.  It seems I should since we moved in 9 months ago.  It remains an ever raging battle.  

I did get to talk to my best friend/sister F today.  I always feel better when I do.  So many of my wishes and fantasies of happiness include her.  I know so many of them will never come true.  I think she and her babies will get to visit me soon.  I am trying not to look forward to it...just in case.

My boy is getting huge!  He has to bend down to hug me.  I weep.  He is kicking so much hiney in Algebra! I am SO proud.

My little baby girl is trying so hard to get her room fixed up. We will build the shelves whenever I come up with a design that will hold all of her books without fear of death from above.  SO MANY BOOKS pose so heavy a threat to my chicky.

Another horrid bit of news is letting itself get under my skin.  My Dad's former company of 30 years has taken his pension.  They say they can't pay it.  

thrilled yet?  read on...

Just torturing the babies...

Prepare to laugh...

Nothing

Birthdays don't bother me.  Aging does.  I am feeling so rickety.  Like I have done too much and lived too hard.  I look back and see nothing in my past that says I should feel this physically broken at my age.  Nothing.  It presses on me.  The feeling is such a heavy burden on such an already compromised frame.  I have no time to "get in" anything I haven't actually done to deserve this aching body.  None.  While I sit doing what I do everyday with no change even while I own this knowledge, my pain only gets worse. What will I do to fix this?  To hurry the experiences that I never had to earn this aged body?

Nothing.