The craziness of our days
Crazy.
I was going to say that our days are busy, but they are beyond that. Crazy is a more accurate description.
We were slicing through our very long to-do list, checking things off on a daily basis. (And adding things to the list, but it seems that we were adding things more quickly than taking them off. Net negative. ) One thing on our list was to get my sewing room and our bedroom ready for renters. Since we had not painted in years, we decided that a fresh coat of paint was in order and since we are so crazy busy with other things, we decided to hire someone to complete it. The next thing you know, painting the two rooms turned into painting the entire interior of the house because of the great deal the contractor gave us. The next thing you know, we were also up to our necks in one major bathroom renovation and a minor refreshing of the other bathroom. It had been a long time since we had painted we had forgotten just how much prep work was required. So we were removing fragile items and taking down pictures from the walls at the same time that we were packing up ALL of the things that were in my sewing room to put into storage.
I did not realize just how difficult packing my sewing room would be. My good friend, Susan, was down from Washington visiting friends and is such an amazing friend that she chose to spend a considerable amount of time and effort helping. It seems like packing should have been a rather straightforward activity - put things in boxes. It was into the second hour of packing that I realized that I was very conflicted. On the one hand, I saw the necessity of renting to generating income. But then I realized that my sewing room meant so much more to me than a place to sew. I had never had my very own space (the extreme example of this was during one period of my life when there were 6 children and 2 adults living in a 2 bedroom mobile home). My room served as a place for reflection, study, and prayer. Isn’t it funny how one activity can lead you to process situations and feelings from long ago.
I am staying at my sister’s house for 11 days caring for my mom so that my sister can get away with her husband for a trip. It has been nice to be away during some of the confusion and chaos of the painting and remodeling. I has been nice to spend time with my mom in advance of being away from her while in Uganda. I am thankful for this time.
Now, back to our to-do list!!
