Well I broke my washing machine but good. I have to replace a belt and the whole damn inner basket. In order to facilitate this I have to move all the “walls” that form my pantry because they have to take the dryer off the washer in order to fix it. And I will be without a washing machine for more than fourteen days total. Guess I’m off to the laundry mat. Crap.

We had a good day any way. Four hours of painting followed by an hour of clean up and then another four hours of socializing with Sarah then another three hours of socializing with my shaman. I’m hella tired. This whole navigating relationships thing is very complicated. But nearly ten years and more than thirteen years later they are still here. Even though I have fucked up badly and hurt both of them.

This weekend I hope to finish the play structure. I want to finish painting. I want to put the roof on. I want to install the ropes for the climbing wall. I want to move the rocks so I stop injuring small children when they come down the slide. I want to install the pulley system. Put up the glow-in-the-dark stars. Then the play structure is “done”.

I want to put the paint cans put away. I want my house clean. I don’t want to be in the middle of a project. Yet I am already assessing the painting projects I want to do next year. Maybe someone should take my paint cans away… (I want to repaint my kitchen for a variety of reasons. I would like to cover some dry-wall patching. I’d like to put stars in the living room. I keep thinking about the outside of the house…)