The first week blew by, and Rosemary and I are still speaking to one another. It’s amazing to see what creatures of habit one becomes. Small changes in routine cause a tremendous mental commotion. Even taking one’s daily vitamins become somewhat stressful…they’re in a different location…must be taken at a different time. I guess I’ve become somewhat anal.
The dust is everywhere. You can taste it in the air. You can feel it on your clothes. It covers the dishes you dine on. These are small things compared with what our boys put up with in Afghanistan and Iraq. I better stop complaining. Guess that’s why they don’t consider old geezers like me for the military.
A point has been reached where changes are not evident…infrastructure alterations—a new sub-floor or a new electrical panel. The disruption in lifestyle compounded by the lack of apparent changes brings about a mental exhaustion. The guys are doing all the work, and I am getting tired.
No pictures today. Not much to see. Within the next few days we are anticipating some obvious and visual alterations. So, for now…
Ciao
Running Out of Writing
4 years ago
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