Cleared Out

It's taken me a dadgum week to empty out my 800 square foot bedroom in preparation for the new ceiling. Little Miss Not Minimalist apparently, but mainly this was a thousand plants that had to be moved.

I had two dressers with empty drawers, since I own few outfits, the dressers had served as plant stands only.

Mr P morphed back into a normal, helpful kid which is what Cyclothymic Disorder looks like, leaving me constantly unbalanced, never sure who to expect.

Another two kids lied to my face, literally and blatantly stonewalled me. I didn't back down, these are two in which disengagement is translated their minds into a Mom Doesn't Love Me interpretation. CW, not involved at all, told me the truth that the other two were dancing around, not afraid of being labeled a snitch, more so just not wanting me to be angry about what they'd done.

I wasn't mad at the action, only at the untruth.

One's conscience was so bothered that he went out to mow the meadow, coming upstairs to verbally apologize later with no prompting. Once labeled a Level of Care 3 in Texas, he's rarely shown me any of those negative behaviors, overall he's been right easy...but look what I'd previously survived. Shoot, raising Idi Amin might've seemed a breeze, in comparison to one of mine, now in prison.

By nightfall I was frustrated with being stuck inside so long, I ran out to weed a bit and Allen voluntarily brought me three wheelbarrow loads of wood chips, mainly to show off his muscles which I duly admired, getting that picket fence painted, thank you Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer for your lifelong influence in my life.

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Grandma has two other 82 year old friends visiting for a few days, long time friends from Virginia, while I'll have workmen all week in the house which cramps my style, but the end result's gonna be gorgeous. Not so much the bill that'll come due. Ouch.

However with all the crap moved out, the walls clearly need painting, here when I need to be planting. Watch me multi-task.

Tony'd taken the picture above, me at the far end texting my sister-in-law, Mary, because a 7.2 earthquake hit Chile where my beautiful niece Katie is staying, I'm thinking she was north of the main event though.

I'd taken the other picture from the other end of the room of Tony taking the picture of me. Clever little buggers aren't we? Not.

CW's friend, Brittany, continues to improve, but is still in no less need of prayer.