Ugh!

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Whoa am I tired now.  Never mind.  I received a call telling me my mother was finally home, safe and sound.  I was excited to share that I had been trying to fix the light in the back room and not just sitting but she would have none of it.  She was tired, from the trip, from the work we did, and probably a little unhappy that I had "fixed" the light that she was happy enough with.  Yes, she would rather it be... up... in whatever condition, than up correctly.  Many are that way.  I simply was not satisfied and my minor tinkering proved why.  Any bump and the fixture, with bulbs in, might easily have simply fallen.  Never mind that either, I was just glad to hear she was home.

I have done my research.  I think for about forty dollars, give or take, I can get all I need to do the repair job on the ceiling drywall.  Thankfully it isn't too high.  Technically I can do the work without a step-stool.  But I won't.  That is quite a bit of work to just stand and repair two 4x4 areas.  The damage isn't that much, but to get either mesh or a board up there I will probably be taking out a bit more.  Slightly bigger holes are easier to repair, especially if they need to bear weight afterward.  I also looked at what might be wrong with the shower head(s).  I can see that I twisted the tape on the wrong way OR the pipe for my shower head is an irregular cut.  The screw cuts on the shower head pipe out from my water supply seem to be... too shallow? and maybe too squared?  Something.  I will have to do more digging on that.

Dinner arrived, lemon chicken with brussels sprouts and... a rice dish.  Good, very good.  I almost ate it all but the girls were begging.  Plus I had eaten a rather late lunch, so I could share.  Surprisingly, both girls tore into the little bit I gave each.  Then the eldest daughter (beautiful girl, hope she finds a good husband) and the son that does my lawn arrived with tamales.  I am... saving those.  A woman comes around on Mondays and offers those.  They asked if I wanted to have her knock at my door.  Sure!  I figure I could take a dozen a shot, and see where that gets me.  It is better than store bought, cheaper too.  In any case, should I get hungry later, I have a secret weapon for that.

I am absolutely shot though.  It is definitely bed time.  I won't be able to keep up the pace I have been going.  I am more than exhausted.  But I hope to keep a few projects going and... see if I can't at least lag over a couple of finish lines, rightly, in the next few weeks.  Then perhaps, I might find my way to picking the pace up just a bit.  I will never be doing ten projects a day, couldn't afford to anyway.  But I might find myself to doing several medium projects a week?  I will just have to see where the pocketbook, energy, and mind will take me though.  Hey, I've got to hold on to hope.  That, at times, is all that is left.  But after seeing what I was able to do, perhaps there is more than just hope.

Good night.