Psalm 36:5 Your mercy, O Lord, is in the heavens; Your faithfulness reaches to the clouds.
Basilique du Sacré-Coeur, Paris, France April, 2018
Mike is trying, and trying to remember things, and to follow through with things. I know he struggles and there are times I wish he’d just stop. He is bound and determined to get the shop into some sort of order, the more he does there, the more messed up it becomes. AND! He keeps bringing me ‘treasures’. (OMGosh!) He drags in one item, and then he drags in another item, and then another, then he drags in a box, or three. And as I am trying to keep things somewhat decent around the house, I keep having to deal with the stuff he brings in…. and it’s coming in a steady flow. He is excited as a kid to show me what he’s found. (aarrrggghhhh)
What’s more, he doesn’t just open a box, he tears it to shreds! It is no longer usable for anything but trash. He doesn’t seem to be interested in opening the boxes with his name on them – Oh No! It’s only those with my name on them! I really don’t want to go out to the shop to see what he’s been doing, but I just might have to. I dread that. I can picture all the things I carefully packed, strewn all over the floor as he mangles the boxes and the wrapping, and even, the item itself! It looks like I am going to be forced, by the very act of his searching, to go out and see for myself what condition everything is in! (I don’t know whether to shudder or to cry – and maybe I’m projecting a higher level of devastation, than there really is)
I was busy today. I fixed Mike lunch, then I worked on dinner, made some cobbler, and prepared chicken salad for tomorrow’s lunch. I did this in between doing the dishes, cleaning the counters, putting clean pots and pans away, and giving Mike the attention he needs when he’s coming into the house from the shop (sort of like a little kid bringing Mommy a flower)
It’s late now, time for lights out.