A Good Word

So, reading the sweet comments and emails today reminded me of another reason I haven't been blogging. I am an idiot. Y'all are all so kind! I can't believe I wrote that much about my apartment driving me crazy. But I do feel better. I really just do so much better when I process. And I process best in writing for some reason. That y'all would stay with me and read all of my ramblings and respond with support and encouragement is really such a blessing to me. And I suppose the excessively long blog post is better than what happened last time I had an "Agh!" moment.

It was about two weeks ago and I decided that the bed was just not working in the spot it was in because the window is off center on the wall it was against and it just felt wonky. So I started moving the bed in my usual way, tug here, run around to the other side and push there, run back and tug again, and suddenly "crrrrrack!" It totally sounded like that noise when a tree falls on TV. Because that's essentially what happened. I broke my bed. And I didn't break it in a normal place, like on a slat or pull a piece of hardware off; I split a big old piece of wood that's like two inches thick!

So now our bed is just on the ground! I just feel like my life is a perpetual camping trip! It's funny when I think about it. Well, the breaking the bed story is hilarious. I laughed for about thirty minutes straight when it happened. It was just classic Abby. I called my sister right away. When we were about seven and four, my sister Sarah and I loaded up all of her stuff from her dresser onto her blanket. It was just one of those waffle knit security blankets that we all had as kids and the "stuff" was actually things like china tea cups and piggy banks. So, we loaded it up on the blanket and she took two corners and I took two corners (so the goods were all jumbled in there hammock style) and we decided to go on a journey. And as we carried our load through her bedroom door, "crrrack!" we smashed the side of our hammock bundle into the doorframe and broke her new ceramic music box. We laugh about that all the time because sweet little Sarah would go along with anything I thought was a good idea, and boy did I have some bad ideas. Other classic bad ideas of mine include the time we played hamburger, the time we all pretended to have forgotten Mother's Day because wouldn't Momma have a good laugh when she was surprised later on that we remembered the whole time (no, she wouldn't...), the time we assembled a dollhouse with no tools or adult supervision, and the time we "weeded" the yard for Momma because wouldn't she be so happy when we pulled up all of those ugly "weeds" in our yard (no, she wouldn't...).

Laughter really is good medicine! And y'all were great about my frustrations. I appreciate that y'all can identify with this. I think just knowing that it isn't totally crazy that this kind of stuff is hard for me makes me feel a whole lot better.

And when the couch arrives, and if I ever figure out what to do about a chair, I'll post some pictures. Renee, I don't have your address, but I have meant to thank you a thousand times for the owl. I LOVE it! I have gotten lots of compliments. And I can't wait for the rest of the room to match it in style ;)

"Anxiety in a man's heart weighs him down, but a good word makes him glad." Proverbs 12:25