Landlady came to the Lair for coffee this morning, as has become our Sunday-before-leaving tradition. Before coming to the door she took a turn around the yard, exclaiming over the new woodshed. I showed her the simple drawing I’d made of the proposed layout for the new bedroom.
“I like coming to your yard,” she [paraphrased]. “Things are always changing.”
I thought about that for a minute. “A lot of the first stuff consisted of mistakes,” I said. “I scrounged too much, made some foolish assumptions, didn’t know what I was doing, didn’t know that I didn’t know what I was doing. A lot of that needed to be fixed.”
So yeah. I’ve relaxed to the Lair being a perpetual work in progress. I’m always fiddling with stuff, and that’s okay. It’s not like I’ve got anything else going on, anything better to do.
Every day’s an adventure, and if I screw it up – and I do – I’ll know to do better the next day. In the old days the events of every day were pretty much predetermined, and life was an ordeal. Now I’m rarely quite sure what’s going to happen from one minute to the next, and you know what? It’s kind of fun.