The Periphery of the Mind

Last week was the bad reality of signing papers, going deeper into debt, and the fears associated with actually getting "connected" to another human being. Before, I could walk away and essentially just be out an engagement ring and a few hundred dollars for closing and such. Now Maryanne and I are legally connected. At least regarding a piece of property in Rogers.

Anyway, that was the scary, nerve-wracking reality. This weekend was the fun reality. We moved some stuff from the dome house to the new house, and got to walk around and plan where we're going to put stuff. Also did some work on the house; Maryanne brought Martin's power-washer, and I managed to clean the majority of the deck and the back walkway. She's been a great help in terms of labor but also morale. I'm not used to having someone around who -wants- to help me, and tells me when something is working or not, I'm doing my best to not overstrain her. There have been others who had no problem tearing me down, but she may be the first who actually tries to build me up.

I don't know how she does it, some feminine wisdom perhaps, but it's something I'm really starting to appreciate.