"Many hands make light work."
I am blessed to have help while working over at Mom's house this week. What a torturous, heartbreaking job it would be without the love and support of family. While James makes repairs and renovations, my sisters and I sort and pack into boxes. (I literally groaned while packing my dad's dripolator coffee pots into a box this afternoon.) Hannah helped James choose paint colors a week or so ago and today Rachel painted bedroom ceilings. We end each day early, near to 4 o'clock, yet tired. Hannah has been able to spend time with friends and cousins on this week off school and keep her grandma company while I am out. Tomorrow I will stay home to play with my grandsons and catch up with some at home jobs.
I find I am able to complete most jobs without an emotional breakdown, but refuse to think too far down the road. I know inside that we are working toward selling our childhood home, and yet can't really enter that realm yet. One job at a time... I've also left my camera either at home or in the car, unsure as to whether I really want to document this process.
Wells Memorial Library.
5 hours ago