Sunday, June 14, 2015
Fears and worries kept coming to the fore - too many changes, coming too quickly for me to be at ease with them.
I was doggedly keeping at it anyways - activity generally works to bring me around, especially if I'm actually accomplishing something. And I was, accomplishing something that is, but I was still grumpy and out of sorts.
Joe and Rita (yes, they're still happily dating) dallied their way through the morning and coming home from church. I was busy fretting; the neighbor's fence needed replacing and I wanted to get it done today. I was worried about rain and heat and and and and. They finally got home, and we got to work - and the job was done in less than three hours.
Why were replacing the neighbor's fence you ask? Well, it's not because I'd run out of projects around here, trust me. Partly it was just because it really needed replacing, and they weren't going to be able to do it on their own any time soon. Partly it was because their back yard is where we dumped the parts of our own fence that we weren't going to use, and a couple of weeks after we'd dumped it over, I realized she didn't have the tools or experience to replace it herself. She'd welcomed the material - but needed more than that to get the job done. I felt vaguely guilty for just throwing it at her without making sure she was able to use it, and I wanted to set things right.
Somewhere in the time we were replacing the fence, my bad mood evaporated. The new fence looks SO much nicer than the old; it felt good to be able to be a good elf.
Halfway through dinner there was a knock on the door. It was our neighbor, back from her day's activities, beaming her thanks. Which was thanks enough for me, but then about an hour later, she was back - with a plate of freshly baked cookies and a thank you note. She said we're her heroes - it's nice to get to be somebody's hero... and cookies. cookies are good.
A most effective anti-depressant. I highly recommend it.